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Lucky
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Sara Rarick
The eggshell is cracked down the side.
This road is blocked for miles and miles.
The mountains in the distance are only getting taller.
The sun is shrinking and the sky is dying.
Grass and trees dead but still growing higher.
Open space has trapped me in the blackest corner.
Your voice is calling but you’re running away.
Footsteps are a slowing patter.
I don’t know what you’ve been seeing.
But the whole time your face was clouding my mind.
Taunting, teasing me.
Whispered I could never find you.
I pulled away from the edge,
only to step into a hole, six feet deep.
I tried to cry for help in vain,
but my voice was lost,
hidden under suppressed pain.
Then you came and looked down at me,
and I heard you laugh with madness.
That tear finally surfaced,
rolled down my face and flushed my skin.
Tasted the bitter sweet salt,
sank to my knees,
because my suspicions became facts.
I looked up with my last breath,
and watched you walk away,
holding the hand of the luckiest girl alive.
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