I.

Hi. How are you? I feel like

Splintered ladders on smokestacks.

Have you climbed one? Sitting up 

There the sunset looks surreal,

Even more so than the monsters

Creeping in. Do you remember falling

Towers or how we used to trade baseball

Cards in back alleys? Neither do I. But that

Sunset was greater than that... Though 

It's rather obscure at the moment. Static 

Is grey, you know. Why is that? Maybe 

The same reason light is see-through. I 

Can see through you today, or maybe tomorrow 

Would be better. But you won't be here. And 

I'll be watching smokestacks. And sunsets.

But monsters cry.

Goodbye.

Reviews

[Norah]

The scenes played out in my head and were brought beautifully to life with your graphic descriptions. So simple, yet so grasping. I love your story and am intrigued by your work :)

[Jane Dougherty]

I like this. Full of life with a hint of bittersweetness. I like the way it jumps from one idea to another the way kids think, and it's poignant in the way kids feel tragedy. Sorry if I'm way off the mark, but that's how it strikes me.

[Meek McGee]

Thank you! I really enjoy your interpretation, though of course I won't tell you if you were right or not.