It hurt to try and open it.
So, I did what I’ve always done
and went to a pub to read a book.
Only this time, I was in the book.
The bar was full so I stood in the corner
and ordered a dark beer.
The noise from the many conversations
faded, as they always do when I read,
but when I touched the book it felt electric.
“Here I am,” I thought. “About to read my own story.”
But I couldn’t do it. I opened the book to page 62.
Hell, I even took a picture.
But I couldn’t read my short story.
I couldn’t even get beyond the second line.
I’m not sure why. I don’t know what happened.
I’ll most likely read all the others and never read mine.
He couldn’t catch his breath. His words were spinning in his mind with such ferocity he was unable to calm himself as he began to shake. He was sure he could see his words on the ceiling. He pulled his body together, clamped his knees to his chest, and rocked while trying to make as little noise as possible. She was asleep next to him. Her beautiful black hair lay along the side of her face, nestled softly onto her pillow, splashing a blackness so peaceful, just around her head as a halo might linger for a moment longer when the harboring light is willing to have it. This light was not for him.
Please visit the link below to read the full poem. ‘See’ you there!
Thanks everyone, and of course- Thank you, Gabriela!
Yes! I’m among the monthly contributors on MasticadoresUSA!
“My Dear Readers,
It is a pleasure to introduce you to our MasticadoresUsa monthly contributors. They are wonderful and accomplished writers whose work will be featured every month. That said, please continue to submit to MasticadoresUsa. I am thrilled to publish your wonderful poetry and short stories too.” -Gabriela Marie Milton.
Without further ado our monthly contributors in no particular order: Please click the below link to read the full announcement 🙂