The Trip, The Treat

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A brief account of these days..not the best. But I try my best. Heartaches? Yes, but not with her anymore.

Submitted: August 30, 2019

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A plastic mask ever greeted my weary eyes

With sweet scent of air that drew me deep

Into a piously haunting unconscious sea.

My mind drift, hit by white-foaming dream,

'It must be a heaven!' I exclaimed.

'I am not as bad as what He thinks!'

I rose up and hovered in the air,

I saw my left chest was cut open

Revealed a heart that was thumping

Fast like a tortured laboratory frog!

I only begged those poor things I ever

landed my hands on for mercy,

Wished them do not also chopping me up

And cooking me into stew next day when

those white-robed gods finished with me.

 

The Dr cut, tubed, installed and channeled

In my troubled, malfunctioned heart,

So my heart doesn't leak between chambers,

I don't fall on my head for lack of strength

And be able to live through another September.

Orange, Yellow, Red were its traditional colors.

Now a hue of Green is also coming from the corner.

After counting my time from seemingly close to zero

To an unknown number that felt like infernal.

My mind drift back from the white-forming dream;

I heard the birds were outside the window chirping

I saw my sister Kay was sitting by my side dribbling,

'She must be tired,' I concluded

'She is not as bad as what I think!'

She was waken up by my noisy thoughts.

Her eyes met mine,

I saw a small trace of smile shone on her face,

But it was quickly covered with her usual annoyance

She stood up, picked up her handbag and

Fled out of the recovery room.

I guessed my appearance must reminded her

of some horror movie she ever watched

And witnessed a ghost came to get her.

But about twenty-two minutes later,

She came back with tears stains crawling on her face

And a Birthday cake held in her stretched out hands,

This time she did not call me name,

but said, 'Sister, this is for your and my Birthday.'

I smiled. So did she.

I saw she blew the candles against the morning twilight

And delightfully, and revengefully, started to eat up the cake.

She said, 'You can't eat, so I am going to eat up all the cake!

For the time I spent on you and worried you!'

She wanna started the fight that we used to have.

I nodded head, 'Sure! But later.'

She indulged herself into the cake. But I had my share too.

I relished what I witnessed and

wrote this down as our Birthday gift.

Heartache? Yes, but not with her anymore.


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