crooked story...

If I could just go back and make it different-

Play God for a few chapters

Write it my way

Not his way

Where in this hell would I begin-

Change the first sentence and the last one's twisted

Like writing with

a bleeding knife

Torn up and broken

the mess is still bleeding

Now between chapters eleven and twelve

Try to clean up the chapters so soiled

I wouldn't know where to begin

The blind man and I

have this in common

Can't read the way it ends

Resigned to fall back into the sentence

this breath brings me to

In a story I cannot figure out

can't change

don't foresee

what is written in the end

Created in chapters I wouldn't have written

if I was him

Through sentences I would blot out

if I had his pen

Doggie-eared memories

half covered

pages crumpled

blurred with a child's tears

Underlined passages disconnected

From innocence to

Fear-filled brokenness

Where does this crooked story end?

If I could just go back and make it different-

Play God for a few chapters

Write it my way

Not his way

Where in this hell would I begin?

©2007 by Brittany Mayer