The First Free Day of June

Something I wrote just before school started that I'm pretty content with. Almost every line os symbolism or metaphors, nothing is straight foward

The sun burned bright and hot against the pavement on the first free day of June. Tiny fibrous cracks began to take shape as the cement stressed, and with no pity I punched my way out from underneath the suffocating confines. My newly bare feet stretched and my toes curled, and suddenly into a sprint they painted imprints until the watery refuge dissolved them. Later, a walking ice sculpture arrived and I cowered at its sight, only to escape again deep inside my safe house. The sculpture followed and like a movie I had watched a million times, it slowly melted in front of my eyes. When I emerged at last from my hideaway, a puddle stayed at my feet the entire day, and in time, I washed my hands in it.

The molasses was slow and sticky. One week, two weeks, three weeks, a month until the last smidgen trickled its way out. It grew fatigued all too easily. At night the fireworks burned me, and after that, the puddle that once was a reflection disappeared far out of my sight. It evaporated into a single teardrop that fell so far behind me, it happened to catch on my February face. A flashback as it took a curve to my mouth, and I can still taste the salt.

I released a cackle into the midnight air as I allowed a bitterness down my throat to warm my stomach with something that felt like love. Like an angry novacane, I was numb from anything but enmity while a month blinked by. When I looked through the mirror again, I could see hash marks that I made myself and the disguised hurt faded as I realized that I too had turned to ice. I recall the movie playing in the background like the goddamn marathon of my life, but for once I pressed fast forward. I wanted to erase the bruise I so willingly inflicted upon myself, but I can’t pretend that I never saw the sun burning bright on the first free day of June. Blink. Blink. It’s almost September, and I’m already crawling beneath the pavement.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I love all the different visuals your writing weaves into this tale about the tale end of summer. It's very well thought out and flows smoothly out from the page into this readers mind. It speaks to me of a moment where reality and dream get tumbled the dryer who'd tried to arm wrestle with the freezer and neither appliance came out on top.

Wonderfully crafted!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[Taylor Salmons]

thank you so much!!! I really really appreciate it, so thoughtful. I'll definitely read some of your stuff when I get a chance