Whisper on the wind

October 27, 2008
By LibbyL PLATINUM, Layton, Utah
LibbyL PLATINUM, Layton, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"Tomorrow May Rain, So I'll Follow the Sun"-the Beatles
"Hungry Bellies Feed Revolution"-Mr. Seiter

Dry air seeping through the cracks

in the door. Two fuzzy news channels

play endless tapes of the latest shooting in

the city where a blue sky is as old as pops,

cracks, and white noise. The third channel

is definitely a doozy. It’s a rerun of

my favorite “never-before-seen!” soap,

en español. Cigarette butts burning to

their last ash on the broken sidewalk,

and she turns up her nose at the smell

and sips her bottled water

like medicine. Personality is

a virtue here, and the rest

are mindlessly high on

whatever they can get.

It’s only a matter of minuets before she

can make her final escape into the fresh, clean

city, where she will greet her apartment like a God.

She fingers the smooth plastic of her water bottle,

and hums softly to herself. Tic-tock the seconds

go by, chirping in her ear. Her car is in the
distance, but so is he. The gun he carries isn’t

for police work. Deranged, sadistic, and high,

he smiles as he sees his first target rushing by.

On that nameless street, in that notoriously known town,

crazy people get away with killing

just like they would get away with

cooking an egg. The police never came.

She never got home. The song she sang

whispered and carried on the wind like

her last dying breath.

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