Young Writers Society

i should’ve dropped the ball
that heavy, crashing weight
no longer atop these emaciated shoulders;
skinless. no, boneless
like a threadbaren jacket of
genuine leather and busted up baby bones
it’s a blessing
that andy doesn’t know what to make of religion
and that divorced parents don’t know what to make
of same-sex relationships
or going to bars when you’re lonely.
come on babe,
we’re chasing chem trails
and stacking plastic cups
to cope when we feel empty
it’s the same. it’s nothing to me.

it’s not the glare from the sun, you’re standing
close enough so i can see

i want this to be something, but it’s nothing.
it’s a phosphorescent, cutthroat gouging of bright blue eyeballs
becoming one with the body of another
and when the high wears thin, we’re left with nothing
so we keep swallowing pebbles to stop all these gears
from turning

when i tell people you’re my baby
i wish they knew how bad i mean it
i’d walk through hell if it meant i could
hold your hand the whole way through
take a sucker punch to the gut
in your fit of reckless anger if it meant
you’d catch me as i fell
and held me while i cried screaming
why? baby i bleed for you cause i know
you’re thirsty
i don’t care what i gotta do, just
love me

i bet you wish you were pretty like me
pretty like me with my hands folded
my hands folded over my knee folded
over my knee, i bet you wish
you had freckles like mine
just like mine and a body and a mind
i bet you wish you could think like me
if you thought like me maybe then you could see that
the chemicals are working
and they’re waiting on you, the chemicals are working
it’s a scientific breakthrough
i bet you wish that right now you could breathe

I died all over again and woke up to the same scream
Andy steps on the leg of a barbie doll and collapses
“This cannot be what God intended” poor guy...
I learned to walk all over again just so I could go over there
And give him a hug. Bruises peppered his arms and legs
I wanted us to match so I threw myself from a height
Far greater than mine and landed in nobody’s arms.
I wanted us to match but God said no. For the record,
I never heard him. But through Andy’s voice I felt him.
It’s a shame that Andy doesn’t know what to make of religion
‘Cause I’ll always wonder what it was I did wrong
And why security guards trailed me into the afterlife.
This time I died but I never came back. I keep knocking
But nobody answers. This cannot be what God intended.