imaginary friends never last

November 18, 2008
By Holly McDede, South Plainfield, NJ

my mother used to lock herself in the closet
because she didn't want my brothers and i to hear her
screaming.

each time this happened i'd dial your number
and in little gasps i'd whisper into the
recieving end of the telephone

"there's a hurricane in my living room.
pick me up and get me out of here?"

together we'd ride our bicycles into the cemetary
because we liked the feeling of being the only ones alive
when otherwise our scars and bruises
made us more dead than the other kids.

on the dead graveyard grass
i made you promise to take me to a milkyway
before the sun went down.

when you said

"i promise"

i knew that you weren't real.

the pain i felt in admitting that my therapist was right
was emotional not physical which could mean that
i didn't exist either.

and even though i don't believe in imaginary friends anymore
i am really starting to miss having someone to watch the sunset
burst open with.

it has been seven years,
and now i need you more than ever.

there's a hurricane in my head.

pick me up and get me out of here?



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on Jun. 15 2010 at 12:26 am
thelastclarissa GOLD, Worcester, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be. "

You are extremely talented.

on Jan. 31 2009 at 5:02 am
i know how you feel

except i lock myself in the closet when my best friend is near. he comes in and hides with me. i feel like im in a dream.

on Jan. 5 2009 at 3:16 pm
Not only do I usually not comment, but I also don't usually take the time o read all of someone's work. Captivating, and highly relatable. Especailly this one, on a personal level. <3

kianapearl said...
on Dec. 1 2008 at 6:32 am
This is soooooo awesome!!! Keep writing, you're amazing!

Amy_Actrz said...
on Nov. 29 2008 at 1:44 pm
great piece, loved it. :)


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