I'll Never Eat Spaghetti Again
It reminds me too much of you.
I had a crazy dream
Of you and me
Running side by side,
Past flowing streams
Of computer screens
With pictures deep and wide.
Your face on each
And I in tears
Trying to forget why,
But every screen
Reminded me
Of the day you died.
We continued running
Through window panes
Nearly out of breath,
Gasping and grasping
At anything we could
To keep us from your death.
But there it was
Out in front
An emptiness too vast,
Where I slowed up
And you kept running
Futher into the past.
One step more
And down you fell
Tumbling to ground,
Caught by surprise
On sidewalk pavement
With angels all around.
I ran downstairs
To find you there
With hands behind your head,
Your skull cracked open
Dripping spaghetti noodles
Covered all in red.
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Heather Holland
Heather Holland is the author of the short story "Dragonfly in Water." She also writes Simple Stories on Substack.com, and she is the main contributor to The Daily Rhyme - with Heather Holland and Special Guests.
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By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Powerful, pulls you in and well-written. I'm sorry I read the end, because I love spaghetti.
This poem gave me such a surreal feeling that some sort of impending doom was coming. Immediately I was pulled in by your visuals, and by the end I was torn between the feelings of excited hysteria and sympathetic sadness, mostly because I was fully accepting of this dream where you and someone you cared for were running from computer screen to computer screen on a perfect day, it’s a place which doesn’t exist and yet I want to be there with them. But then I feel that pulling dread when you stop running, and they run too far until they hit the sidewalk, which by then is too late, and as they fall I sympathize with you, this loss was real, and that memory was slowly brought back to reality, and it reminds me that even though we may try to create a feel-good memory in our minds, reality can still slip in, because our emotions are real no matter if we decide to dwell in reality or temporarily in a dream. I loved this, and I hope my ramblings were coherent lol