She Ran Away to Find Something.

By the way, this is not a personal experience. Just came to me. I have wonderful parents!

She had soft skin

He had hard fists.

That was all she remembered

From growing up at home.

 

He was a roaring drunk

She read books and locked her door

But, those nights, when worlds

Blended together

Well, Daddy mistook her bed

For her Mother’s.

And yeah, she felt pain

She felt pain.

 

She covered up the bruises

Honey, she covered them up with lies.

It was a little town full to the brim

With smaller people
They were a stop on a trip

To something better.

She always heard of something better.

Oh, there were so many things better…

 

So, baby, she turned eighteen

And she stole his car

Drove halfway to nowhere before

She finally cried.

She fell to the dirt

And, darling, oh, darling it hurt.

 

She made it to the City

And started singing songs for money

She had that voice that whispered

Love and honey.

Oh, but sweetheart, there were still those nights.

Where she woke up all covered in sweat

Because she thought he was

Beating on her door…

 

She would throw it open

Hate in her eyes

And her fingers would, touch the air

To make sure

And baby she would lean against

The peeling wallpaper and sigh.

She was alone again

But, not to worry, she was good

At

Being alone.

 

It was about a year later

She stepped out of the car

And into the airport,

Hmm. She bought a one way ticket

To the city of lights.

 

She sold coffee on the bank of The Seine

She fell in love with a foreign boy

Mmm, he was sweet like sugar.

He had camera and nothing else

But, my dear, she was…

Oh, she was just fine. 

 

Because he held her heart the way

She loved him

Softly and quietly in the dark

And under the sheets

A kiss on the nose…

They weren’t interested

In breaking, only making.

Only making.

 

They traveled the world and she

Whispered to him

That they would never

Ever

Ever

Baby

Go

Back

Home. 

 

He would smile with those lovely lips

And she would laugh again and sway her hips

Because they were perfectly

Perfectly

Happy.

Being lost and alone with a map and dollar.

Because

Because

They had these words….

And they always

Always

Had

Each

Other. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

You really are a good story teller, you should write more pieces with this narrative effect. Although you might consider ending it at 'she was good at being alone', I found the rest from there wasn't as strong as the start, but heh that's only my little opinion.

Bravo for doing something different though, as a young writer, it's good you explore diverse styles!

[Ben Taylor]

"Being lost and alone with a map and dollar."

This was great :)
You took your time with it; the story progressed slowly and naturally.
It was a wonderful description of a life slowly improving, and how content she was with her lack of possessions. I think people put too much stock in what they "have". This was an excellent example of someone being content simply with life :)
Nicely written :)