That Day In June

Told as a typical summer day for me, but exagerrated into a story :)

I looked in my mirror near midafternoon, but I could not see deeper than the surface. I clawed at my chest, tried to rip through my flesh. Needless to say I did not find what I was looking for.

I tried to find a bandage big enough to cover up that large, awkward hole in my chest. I bought a new dress, and even a matching smile. My futile attempt was brave, regardless to say though, I was still concave.

I stepped outside my ragged home, and searched for my place in the world. Unfortunately, every position I applied for required you to be a whole, and I was but a piece.

My restless legs took me to that coffee place on durango, where all the souless kids smoked and laughed. I ordered an iced passion tea, with a shot of soul, but the obtrusive women with the abused hair said, "We don't serve those cold."

My eyes wandered over to a strange man in a strange coat. He smoked 100s, but didn't laugh. He was of color, but he stood so close to those kids of grey.

He offered me a light, a seat, and a steady hand. He didn't talk much, and I didn't think much, but that strange man in the strange coat nearly rebirthed my sould that day. I bet you he doesn't even know.

I kissed a boy that day. Smiled at him, and looked away. I fed my heart to the cowering vulture, and then ran away only to come back again, and gather those bloodless remains.

I stole scotch tape on my way to that ragged home. I taped "Missing" sings with my smiling face on ever corner, and a number to call, in case she was found. No one called.

As the night breeched 12, I sat on some grass, found a decent refry, and looked into the sky. I felt along my chest, but that large, awkward hole in my chest was nowhere to be found.