The Swing

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About a girl alone in the dark on a swing...

Submitted: January 24, 2019

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“The Swing”

 

She sat alone

in the dark

squeezed into a

playground swing

more suited for

a preteen kid

then her twenty-two

year old ass,

the glow

and noise of

the small party

only a little

ways away

on her

horizon

coming into focus

on her upward

strokes

on the swing,

two guys

and two girls

standing around

in a city

park

over a BBQ

pit

filled with scrap

two by four

pieces

and whatever trash

one of the

boys

could find to

stick into the

fire,

she pumps her

legs

a couple of

times

the swing gaining

enough height

to let her

feel weightless

for that split

second

before she starts

falling

back to earth

the shrill laugh

of one of

the girls

cuts through the

“Whoosh”

of the air

rushing past her

ears

as she swings

alone

in the dark,

the park seemed

much bigger

back then

when they use

to hang out

here

during high school

killing time

and telling stories

or maybe her

ass

was just smaller

back then,

she thinks

to herself

about that

new revelation 

as she tries

to readjust her

position

in the seat

she has to

be at work

in the morning

the best thing

happening

in her life

right now

is that brief

moment

at the pinnacle

of each swing

her body

feather light

with all her

fears

safely below

her,

her eyes catch

two of the

party

splitting away

trying to find

a dark corner

of the park

to call their

own

as the other

guy

keeps burning

trash

with the girl

still laughing

at whatever odd

piece

he puts in

everyone doing

what they can

to escape life’s

little pressure’s

at least for

what’s left of

this night,

the hour’s getting

late

she pumps her

legs harder

the girl now

sticking strange

things

into the fire

as the boy

laughs

the sounds of

the other two

muffled at times

but leaving no

question

as to the

degree

of their closeness,

she has gotten

the swing

to its maximum

height

the chains going

slack

for a full

second

before catching

the weight

of her body

on its way

back down

she times her

release perfectly

closing her eyes

before reaching

the apex of

the arch

then right as

the chains go

slack

she jumps,

eyes still closed

all alone

flying away from

the swing

into the dark,

and for the

first time since

high school

she felt free…

 

Tom Allen…01-20-2019…


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