Boy Over Bridge~

~Tyler Clementi~I am So Sorry They Killed You ~

Maybe it was a soul thing

or the fever;

night was an ocean

girl was a bridge

boy’s footprints left stains of pain

shame in stride

stripped

he climbed

her rib

went over. . . .

maybe it was the fever;

she collapsed her foundation

into mermaid scales

fairy tale

caught him by a shoe

floating

upside down

her eyes blue

her nose tip touching his nose tip

bubble

air

she stroked his hair

tried to apologize for all of humanity

but fishies came hungry

fishies above

below

girl arched

steel in her hips

boy floated down

girl stopped being a bridge

took another scar

for mankind . . . .

maybe it was a soul thing. . . .

 

 

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Tyler Clementi~

Author's Note

~after having his privacy invaded by two other Rutgers students~videos of intimate interactions streamed lived on the net~Tyler Clemeti took his own life by jumping off the George Washington Bridge~
a click is not just a click~ as we are learning~ sometimes a click is a death sentence~

Reviews

[Khitii Lae-Ahn]

painfully tragic yet so mesmerisingly told...you breathe the emotion...the pain...the loss...into the reader...allowing them to experience it as if it were their own...

so many fail to consider how their actions might affect those who they act out against...they fail to see their own malice...fail to think before they act...to ponder the significance of what they do...to evaluate the possible consequences...to realise the impotrance of their cruelty

you have captured and shared the message and the meaning superbly...thank you for sharing this...for writing it...for lending your voice to such a poignant topic

[Dream Weaver]

An unbelievable tragedy...I'm 10 mins from that bridge and seen and heard how people so lost and in pain take that leap of faith...Sadly these pranksters will get just a slap on the wrist... Good lookin out Selene...

[Emily B]

a little understanding would go a long way in this world

[Robin]

fifteen years of being newspaper man, I saw every dark edge of "humanity" . an edge that seems to spread further and darker ...

[Ed Hart]

so now we look at the living, and mourn for them