Author Sandra Reynolds
"One Way Trip" is a well-written, entertaining short story about a curious character who tries everything he can to get into hell instead of being sent to heaven.
Are our differences all we can see?
We’re similar in ways but we’re not the same,
And is that really a flaw, something to blame?
We think like that is true, but we act like that is deceitful.
And tell me this, is one gender greater than the other?
If so, what has your sister done to be better than your brother?
This hunger will not tire.
The heart knows all too well,
What the lips ache to tell.
The eyes begin to dance,
No more concern for romance.
A slight touch of the hand,
Weakness sets in and you cannot stand.
This passion yearns to be fed,
A tangled mess of naked flesh falls to the bed.
The nails claw and tear,
Hair and sweat are all you wear.
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I counted the scabbed bits littering my heart
And picked them off quickly,
so no one would see
All of the damage that
they’d done to me
But it hurt when I pulled,
and all the bits bled
It made my heart ache, and
it stained my hands red
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I said “Okay.”
Because I found her lipstick here
The other day,
What I don’t understand, however,
Is why you thought I wouldn’t notice
Her shadows on the sheets
After you had been together,
Promised forever and a day.
Sad eyes reflecting, two times two,
Somehow hands held slipped away,
And love moved another way.
Starlight on waves that swayed,
Misty cloud dreams from the first of days.
Thus glowing comet trails pulsed as if to say:
to carve into the shape of your heart
Your eyes sparkle under a moonlit sky
Or is it just my imagination?
You offer it to me with thousands of promises
and I take it, no questions asked
Sweet words slip from your lips
but it tastes bitter on my tongue
You wrap me in a tight embrace
and I choke on the crisp night air
without tasting any salt
-less bitter-
but not the ocean anymore
Leaving after work in the morning light
makes forgetting all but easy
-painful reminders-
Of what we used to be.
