Life’s a Mess

by Alexandra Greenberg, age 10
Life’s a Mess Alexandra is a soon-to-be-director/writer. She is interested in the movie-making industry and writing pure literature. (not to be vain) SHE IS AWESOME!

“Heart beating and racing.

Pulse strong,

fast.

Words floating in my head randomly.

People treating my life as just a retrospective,

the way I live.”

August.12.1986

Lab

 

Heart beating and racing.

Pulse strong,

fast.

Words floating in my head randomly.

People treating my life as just a retrospective,

the way I live.

Facing the threatening fear of

DEATH.

 

August.13.1986

Truck

 

Blood pouring from my chest,

down to my numb,

pale legs.

Crawling hands feel like they’re climbing up

my spine.

Tickles make me nauseous.

Flash back:

lhkjk! mggfusti! io!

(Don’t take my precious daughter! What are you doing! NO!)

kjdgkj!jhfsdh!

(Sorry! I can’t help it!)

kjkjsgggskg,jsgjkg! jfshsdffdk!

(What’s going on! Stop this!)

 

*Bleep* is all I hear,

now chattering.

Heavy woman carrying me now.

Tears roll down my cheeks heavily.

I seriously can’t take control of this.

 

Anonymous

August.13.1986

To Mr.Pres

 

The alien is caught! Can’t you believe it!

 

SoORrY! CANt wRiTE!

Gernemrwer BLOdb

 

{Same Day}

 

I was

craving this.

Delicious humans

this planet

brings!

*Lips

licking.*

 

August.14.1986

?

 

Escaped.

 

August.15.1986

Girl’s House

 

Saw girl.

Followed her.

Girl has dark hood.

Demonic prayers?

Beady,

crimson eyes.

Hands like claws.

Wings like thy raven.

Left dark,

mysterious trail.

 

Ever so

 

Peculiar.

 

The girl gave me

a dark stare.

“Curse her!” The girl mumbled into the darkness.

She snapped her cloak sharply.

Observed a book

laying on desk.

Force brought it

to her.

Calamine air filled

the room.

So very

 

suspenseful.

 

I followed her anyway.

 

She walked into a portal leading into a dark cave with a shrine. She took off her hood and a beam rose to the sky, making a hole in the cave and in clouds straight in the sky.

“Ugh, I can’t control this!” The demon girl exclaimed. She lit out her match with the tip of one of her fingers; if I did that, I would melt!*

She fainted.

 

*I’m made out of slime even though I have some normal human body functions.

 

The candle flew out in the peculiar shade of aeneous which transformed into a neon orange and then into pure cinerious,  making the delicate candle burn into ash. I blew the now lukewarm candle and formed a flame with my slime.

 

August.16.1986

Slime Shack

 

Inside the cave, I made myself a shack,

a slime

shack.

Where I held my

insecure feelings.

Specifically

about this new

earth culture.

Suddenly,

a boy

in a dark cloak

walked up to me,

handed me a

burnt

rose.

 

You couldn’t tell if he was blushing under his dark cloak. You also couldn’t if I were “blushing” because I’m just formed slime. Even though I did smile awkwardly.

 

August.17.1986

Back at girl’s house

 

The girl is back at

her cave.

She put

her amulet

on.

It

unleashed

another solar

beam.

Suddenly,

she broke the amulet

in half;

in two halves.

And the boy fell

out of the middle of those two halves.

But this time,

he completely

ignored

me.

*TEAR*

 

August.18.1986

Still at girl’s house

 

Girl found me,

locked me into

a

cage.

I think I locked myself

into a metaphoric

cage.

I’m not out of this cage,

but I’m walking,

civilized.

Little bits of slime,

falling off,

in this heat.

This

heat

wave

of

metaphoric

infinites.

 

August.19.1986

Locked in my own heart

 

Out of this

metaphoric

cage.

Now I’m locked into my own

 

HEART.

 

IN IT’S DARKEST DESIRES, DEEPEST NEEDS, PLAIN ME, MY LIFE

 

HOODED UP IN A DOME.

THE DOME.

zzzzzzzz

 

THE DATE DOESN’T MATTER AT ALL

IN INFINITES WE LIVE

IN THE DOME

 

DARKNESS FROLICING IN THIS DOME

MY DOME

IT’S NOT LIKE ME

AT ALL

I SEE THE BOY

IN A CAGE IN MY HEART

I LOCK HIM OUT

HE PLANTS

A KISS

ON ME

I KNOW

IT’S

NOT

ACTUALLY HIM,

IT’S

IN

MY

SLIMEHEART

RIGHT NOW

I DON’T CARE.

 

HE HANDS ME THE SAME

AMULET THAT

THE

DEMON

GIRL

HAD

IT’S

THE

EXACT

REPLICA.

 

INSIDE,

THERE’S A

SWORD

WITH

A

SUPERSHARP

BLADE.

I LIFT IT OUT AND

KILL

MY

HEART.

 

A

GIRL

POPS

OUT

ME.

I’m not me.

 

blonde,

frizzy

hair

beady

blue

eyes

rosey

shirt

I’ve

been

brainwashed

for

all

these

years.

 

END.

 

 

 

 

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