New mexico

New Mexico Wait! Wait! She screamed as Her thoughts out ran her mercilessly. Ours. Frozen Never seemed so fast. The beast.

It overtook me and I cowered. Hidden— The shrubbery around the cold cement posed as My only friend. A blanket thought comes, The phone call ends, and soon plastic is torn open.

With chewy fruit my real friend and I sit together while the stationary world spins out of control. It was like a Band-Aid. A dry one.

This momentary cover did not protect. It couldn’t.

I couldn’t protect her. She was too far, battered And bruised. I was helpless. Guilty.

I had to think these biting thoughts, molasses poison in my brain. Falling onto my Friend’s shoulder, tears eke out the shock.

While life happens.

A few months took me to California.

I was shocked when I saw her. And that was nothing?

I hugged a paper shell and my emotions were completely lost. How is a little girl supposed to hold this? Sobbing, 30 is cradled by 18 and roles are switched in a strange age warp.

I didn’t know my second mother. But then I knew her better than I’d ever known her.

A new relationship blooms while another dies slowly, Bitterly, thrashing and throwing its gruesome Weight around, bloody fists first.

But she won.

That vengeful hellish blaze quenched to steaming embers, Still sizzling, remain just that for the present.

Rolling waves of rapturous relief wash over me when I see her now.

A broken mirror can be repaired.

She’s out of New Mexico.