Pale Yellow Frustration

This was a writing exercise for my creative writing class.

In this dream:

 

You sit in warm black leather

Wind crisscrossing

The traveling car

Down lonely long roads

 

The bright white glare

Hits shiny satin metal

As we wink-wince our way

To Nowhere

 

The amber flecks in your tired green eyes

Like new wheat waving at the sea

 

Fingers tick-tapping on the windowsill

Tension making hot into cold

Red hat brilliant in strobes of tree shadows

You say: “I know what you're thinking.”

 

How can you possibly?

 

Ache from my yearning is filling your car

Collecting sorrow from the sky’s cerulean incidence

Filled with bitter cold trepidation

Filled with expectations that never manifest.

 

My silence is not golden

The sour scent of your pride in a henna memory

We had cats back then

I believe you resent me

In their absence

 

The fast-forward force of your dude-car

Taking us—farther into us

Than I ever imagined

 

Will you be mine forever

 

In slow

 

Repeat.

 

Tracking in my mind

 

This ever-presence—a siren song

The pale yellow grass

Frames your car’s windows

On our way to Nowhere.

Reviews

[Magic-plus-my-mayhem]

I like how you can see every little bit in this and I all so like the may this was set. Nice write (: