flashbacked

by bruised

Posted to Stories on 2001-11-05 21:25:00

Parent message is 53876
from cocained lines, with willie. he said “i did cause i wanted you to talk to me man, i care for you and you are so closed up.” so, my chatter runs like the shower before bedtime. on and on about it all, and afterwards when bones want to lay down, we do. next each other in same bed. he drift off on cloud boats to his hollowed place of pixie dust. i on the other hand travel through time, back to when i was the purest drug i could ever be, rampant wild youth unrestained and untainted by lifes corruptions to send me into flashbacks. here i am, with josh and his torments, me being a year and eight months younger, he even counted the fuckin days with his alphabet cereal. knowin damn well, i could read better then his ass. his sneers about my inability to climb to the tip of the house. the next level in our pre video game days. king of the roof yellin his curses upon a reluctant court. my mind turns and the clogs shake off malicious rust to make silver sheen once again. always the crueler of the two, i grab his ankle and pull, time slows to replay it all over again. his long high as the roof scream, fear driven and ear piercin without anything to numb it. he descends and plops on the grass with sobs and more yells, only the taunts transformed into child pain and its seriousness. everyone runnin outside and my fear creepin in, all there with my numbed coke eyes that get slant, heavy and sleeeeep….