Baby

WordPress Daily Prompt – Baby

Baby,
I can hear you choking on the word.
Baby,
The strain in your voice is almost too much to take.
Please …
You struggle
Don’t …
The sobs rack your shoulders.

Baby,
I can hear you cry.
Baby,
Barely above a whisper.
Why?
As you fight to make sense.

Baby,
Fades from memory.
Baby,
Half a world away.

Baby,
I’ll never remember.

Baby

Blurred

WordPress Daily Prompt – Blur

Rain slid across the window, blurring the faces and lights just beyond it. Sasha reached out, hoping to feel the cool water against her fingers but it was just too far. Her arms were tired and so stiff. The cuts and bruises across her wrists, although now dressed in clean white bandages, still oozed and burned. Were the raindrops as slippery as the tears currently trailing through the mud and gunk caked to her cheeks?

Just a few short hours ago she had decided she may never know.

Three days ago, it was a blur now, just shadows dancing across the rain streaked window in her memory … Or was it four?

Sasha shook the muddled memories away. Outside sirens began to sound again. Were the police moving on to another emergency? Perhaps the sirens belonged to the ambulance she sat in.

She glanced around at the unfamiliar faces, an older man adjusted the needle in her arm. When did he do that? She hadn’t felt it break her skin at all. On her other side a younger woman slid her arm around Sasha’s shoulders.

“I’m so sorry.” The woman whispered into Sasha’s matted hair. “You’re ok now.”

Ok? Sasha stared blankly towards the rain blurred window. Was she ok now?

Last Rain

WordPress Daily Prompt – Scent

I remember it like it was yesterday. The sweet scent of fresh rains filled the air. A warm breeze moved through the tall grasses; oh how they swayed, coming down low and tickling my face before swinging back towards the sky. Frogs and crickets conducted a symphony by the water as it lapped gently against the rocks.

The stars, the tiniest of pin pricks against the deep purple sky, glistened beyond the remaining clouds.

Out there I could be myself. I could relish in the dirt under my nails and my wild hair tangling in the wind. I could hold flitting bugs and slimy lizards as close as possible in hopes that they would tell me their secrets. Perhaps they would tell me what it was to be free.

I could hide in the darkness in my nightgown, listening to the rattle of the gated city behind me and digging my toes into the sticky mud at the shore. I could kiss the frogs in hopes that one would be a savior.

When the sun finally began peeking over the horizon and the sky filled with fiery pinks and oranges I would sigh. Weaving through the tower tunnels and slipping slowly through heavy doors I would cry. As the warmth cleansed the air of the scents of fresh rain I slipped, dirty and none the wiser, into clean sheets.

I had always hoped that the scent of the rain would haunt me and that one day it would reveal to me it’s secrets.

As I stand on the dried shore, the dirt cracking beneath my boots, I realize that haunt me it has but I’m still none the wiser to the secrets of the rain.