Suspended

 She tasted salt and  felt weightless. She could hear the ocean. Two figures stood  in the distance on the shoreline getting smaller by the minute. Her mom and the dog were sitting in the sand on the beach watching her drift away. Her mom tried to call out to her but her voice seemed lost in the waves. The tide was rolling out.

Before the girl knew it she awoke to the smell and noise of morning traffic at rush hour. She slowly got out of bed and caught a glimpse of herself  in the mirror. She did not recognize the person staring back at her. What happened to those carefree days of swimming in the lake?  She thought. She gazed sadly at a  worn family portrait of herself as a child. " It feels like yesterday" She thought, as she brushed the tears away from her eyes. " How time fly's".

She  thought of the green faerie all day as the nice ladies served her toast and hard boiled eggs in the cafeteria. She smiled to herself. It seemed, that as time passed she had forgotten all about her old friends in the forest when her dog died. Aside from her childhood, her growing years seemed a blur for she could hardly remember much these days, but she remembered that day well.

She was 15 years old and it was three days before her birthday.  It was a rainy day much like this one, and she awoke to her mother sobbing in the stairwell. It was then that she knew. "he bled in the operating room" was all her mother said. The girl felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She tried to find the words to say something, anything as hot tears rolled down her cheeks.  She felt a strange urge to comfort her mother the same way her mother did for her when she skinned her knees or was sick with chicken pox. She wanted to tell her everything was going to be alright. The Girl stared at her mother for what seemed like a very long time. She counted  the lines on her mothers forehead, like rings on the surface of a tree . "Worry Lines" her had mother called them. She sensed the vulnerability in her mothers eyes.Kind, yet,  tired. A surge of anger seemed to well up from the pit of her stomach. She felt as if she were to explode. She ran outside into the pouring rain, cursing at the sky and kicking the earth beneath her. She ran until she found herself in the forest. She pressed her fingers along the wet  roots of the trees and began to sob, her tears soaking the earth as rain beat down on her.
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A girl and her dog....

There once was a  girl who grew up in a loving family. She spent Christmases making gingerbread men in the warm light of her mothers kitchen. She would look out  into the ice encrusted world with wonder, her eyes marveling at  the icicles glistening in the dying winter sun. Her days were spent mostly alone--but not really. Winters were filled with sledding with her dog  with a canister of cookies and hot chocolate. Summers were filled with fishing and long hikes in the deep woods near her home. She loved lying in the sun at the beach, even tough she got sun burnt swimming with the pin fish in the cool water. However, it was the forest where she felt she truly belonged, along with her dog and the ancient trees and spirits that lived there.

 One day an odd thing happened, the girl was walking with her dog  along the forest path when she was stopped by an odd looking mushroom that grew right in the middle of her path. It  seemed bigger then the rest and its colors seemed to pulsate against the mid-summer sun. The dog sniffed it curiously but stopped when she heard a rustling sound coming from it;s base. To both the girl and dog's astonishment, a tiny green light emerged from the mushroom and rose from the ground, until it was staring directly into the girls eyes.
" I came to warn you "  said a voice from the small entity,  " I came to warn you that one day this will all change and you will grow up".  " What does it mean to grow up?" The girl asked in an innocent voice, for her days seemed long and full of contentment. The green fairy laughed, it rang high and shrill and seemed to echo to the tall ancient trees, who stood in silence listening.  " It means little girl, that one day you will wake up and everything you once loved  will change. Time will speed up and your shoes will no longer fit your feet". It paused for a moment. "Oh and your teeth will fall out".  The girl cringed at this and grew angry. " I'm not sure why fairies like you have to be so mean and make up horrible story's like that" she replied. And with that, she left the woods trail for her home as dusk drew near, the smell of wood smoke burning her lungs.

Soon after, as the sun set and the blue moon awoke from the mountains, the girl, lulled from a warm meal and  heat of the friendly fire, forgot all about the incident that had occurred in the forest and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Then a peculiar thing happened.

 Although no one could predict when the exact timing was, the date or even the year, the girl did in fact,  grow up.

It all started when she bit into an apple one morning and her front tooth came out. Although it felt nice to get money from the tooth fairy  instead of a warning, time like a curse, seemed to have sped up after the incident.
Summer days were spent doing more chores and less daydreaming and winter nights were filled with homework. Crayons were replaced with calculators as " logic" and  "practical thinking"  she was told, was supposed to prepare her for the "real world".  "If this is what the real world is like" she thought sadly, "Then I want the old one back". But as hard as she tried she was no match for father time, and as time drew on, much of her old world became a distant memory.

Broken Tart

You didnt let me know you hated me in so many words. It mostly came in the form of actions. Your broken tart was left on the side of the pavement for all too see. Shameless, just like the middle finger pointed in my direction when all I was trying to do was offer compassion. So much pain in your body a vast dark void of hurt.

Hello intoxication. A welcomed celebration to indulge in deviations of the self.
 The minds sense of permanency distills a sense of urgency to indulge in the emergentcy  of you.

Edmonton

Edmonton is cold. I wake up in stark blackness because it gets dark here earlier with each passing day, a sign that winter is rearing  its ugly head against my window.Outside there is garbage blowing in the chilling wind, the dog presses onward, dragging me into the mud as he feverishly takes in the smells of the city. Tonight I will be quite when you get home and not want to engage in conversation. It is though I live in a twilight dream. " What am I doing here" the question repeats itself over and over again in my mind as I lay on the couch watching horror movies and eventually, sleep in bed sheets that aren't mine. Tomorrow she will come back from the "looney bin" and I will be the one who will have to answer the door while your at work breathing in paint fumes. One breath in. One breath out.