Headlights Aren’t Always Lullabies
8/5/22 12:49am
We grew up differently, you see. A child in muddy water who has never been so scared at the site of the world around them. Wasps with wings as large as propellers and the shells of a bug they would come to admire scattered across oceans. Headlights so bright their childhood home paints across their eyelids in neon colors. You, hand held and laces tied but a twinge in your brow for you can see how this river once flowed with blood. Arms and legs bound with cement, memories transcribed below them. There are countless ways to open a carcass— take its hand and jump head first. Father always said to watch my feet but my eyes were drawn to the sky. A beratement around each corner, internal alarms so silent I had yet to hear them for years. Every headlight becomes a lullaby if you shut your eyes tight enough. Every stop sign becomes an apology if you’re delusional enough. You say your child- hood drags behind you like a dead body but mine has always dragged me.
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
22 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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Thanks for sharing 😊 It was a great read. All the best and happy writing.
Thanks for sharing 😊 It was a great read. All the best and happy writing.
Nice imagination, here is a child expression I depicted: https://vocal.media/poets/sweet-innocence
Intense imagery and an interesting narrative!
Very well written. Love how the words draw you into the surrealism.
"Father always said to watch my feet but my eyes were drawn to the sky" I love this line
short and impressive