Goodbye, my almost friends
Goodbye, my almost friends
Emily Diehl
Undergraduate/Print Journalism
The feelings come back
As I write. Horror as I
Obsess with it
Books handle my tarnish
Characters cling to the ink
But friends,
They question
A lingering sylph.
Slipping through the waves
To rotate and find myself
In water, of laser shafts,
Ice.
It blocks my way
Drifts me to a current.
A blue one-forty
Debates my rescue.
Unsettled and lethal,
This moonless evening
Where 54 flush blocks once
Functioned the coffee table.
One hand beams a clever
Move, the other waits,
Waits. A piece loosens.
The tower plunges.
The immortal sword
denies penetration,
the beams pile, splint, burn.
What I have to give is decaying,
So you’re here; but I…I…I’m
Depressed, contaminated, and haunted,
Goodbye
my almost friends.