Switching Sides...

"Can I have a LARGE bacon sandwich please?"

I looked up at the sound of the husky, well spoken voice. At the pinched-red lips that had so perfectly formed the words. I couldn't move. My mind had gone to far away places and I was living in the land of stiflingly, suffocating lust. She was beautiful....

Which would have been fine.
 If I weren't a girl.
With a boyfriend.

Well, this had never happened before... Awkward!

I had a line of people twisting like the trunk of an old tree, out of my shop and into the biting, morning wind. Yet, I wasn't moving.
Jack quickly pushed me aside.
He took the money.
Wrote the order.
All the while, pushing me towards the flames. I guess I'm on cooking duty this morning then...

Poem Of Loss

I feel ... Rejected.
Like a loose tire left on the
side of the road.
You must understand,
that better a  man than me
has buckled under my load.

I failed to abide.
I've broken rules and lied.
And, now, everywhere I turn
- I see the past.
I cannot hide.

I would rather forget.
I should try to mend.
Yet, I only ever coast...

*Original CBC poem*

Fighting The Pain

Their laughter echoed in his ears as he made his way towards the exit. He wasn't needed any more, they'd had enough fun at his expense for one night. If only he could stop their taunts forever.

Pulling on his jacket with one hand and opening the door with the other, he was suddenly hit with the cool, forgiving breeze of the night. The vast, enormousness of it gave him hope and he smiled to himself.

Just a few more years and he'd be out. He could go to University. He could get a job. He could literally do anything. There would be no more bullies...

There would be no more Felix Beltz to con and scam and poke fun of him. No more of Denny Masters punches or Sophia Wren's spiteful "flirting". No more pain and no more crying into the blade of suffering to provide comfort to his depleting spirits.

He just wasn't sure he could wait that long for it all to stop. For the pain to end.