The bridge creaked and swayed beneath my feet as I stepped onto it. My sweaty hands grasped the railing, which would not help me if the bridge gave way, but it calmed me down a bit. I told myself not to look down, but I was too curious. I glanced down from over the side,
and my stomach lurched. It had to be at least 200 feet down--not a good thing if you fell.
My little sister, Jordan, stepped on after me, and the bridge gave another sickening jolt.
"Jordan..." I muttered. "We should probably go one at a time. Safety reasons."
I looked back and saw her sticking her lip out. "No!" She whined. "I want to go WITH you!"
I sighed. "Fine. But stay close, and..." I gulped. "PLEASE don't shake the bridge."
I shouldn't have said that. Her face broke into a mischievous grin, and her hands reached for the railing.
"Jordan!" I snapped. "Don't! Do you want to be killed?"
Jordan sneered at me, but her hands drifted away from the railing and I waited as she walked over and stood beside me.
"WHY are we doing this again?" She grumbled.
"It's the only way to get across," I replied.
"Well, Grandma and Grandpa should have been smarter and built a sturdier bridge!" She exclaimed.
I silently agreed, but decided it was best not to encourage her, so I took another step, trying not to freak out as the bridge swayed to the side again.
"Besides," Jordan continued, "should't they be here, with us? They just let their grandchildren walk across the unsturdiest bridge in the whole world without them?"
"They don't know we're coming," I reminded Jordan, but the part about the bridge being the unsturdiest bridge in the whole world disturbed me.
I took another hasty step, not knowing that there was a small puddle in front of us, as I was trying very hard not to look down. My left foot slipped, and I let out a scream, sure that we were going to plunge to our deaths.
I fell with a THUMP! and the bridge bounced me into the air, but not very far, so when I landed again, it did not hurt.
I got up, shaking, and saw Jordan smirking at me. "Wow," she said sarcastically.
I scowled. "Shut up."
As we continued across the bridge, time seemed to slow down. I would pause before taking a step, looking down at the bridge to make sure there was not another puddle, or a hole, or something else that would make me look stupid.
By the time we were halfway across the bridge, I had stopped looking down and pausing before every step. I even got used to the swaying of the bridge. I thought we were going to get there without any problems.
I was wrong.
At the halfway point, I told Jordan we could stop for a rest. We sat on one side of the bridge, our legs dangling off the edge, both foolishly and dangerously.
"I hope they aren't following us," I commented.
"Me too," Jordan said. "They probably would not make it across, anyway. They're too big and fat."
I gave her a quiet laugh. "Yeah."
'They', the things that were chasing us, were--well, we didn't really know. They were about nine feet tall, and hairy--like Bigfoot. But they had long, narrow horns atop their heads, and all-black eyes that bore into your soul.
I got up abruptly, making the bridge shake. "We should probably get going."
"Probably," Jordan agreed, and got up, also.
As I said before, I wasn't looking down anymore. But that, my mistake, would lead to something worse than slipping on small puddles.
We continued forward, and Jordan starting humming a song our mother had sang to us when we were little. We had scarce memories of our mother--she had died when I was five, and Jordan was only two.
Jordan's song was cut off when I put my foot down--but the bridge wasn't there. Well, it was, but I had put my foot into a hole. A hole that could kill me.
I screamed as I slipped through the hole, trying to grab onto any bit of bridge. Thankfully, I grabbed hold to a small part of bridge with my right hand, and looked down at what I might fall into. The trees were tiny specks of green, and I was sure that if I fell into the forest, I would never see daylight again.
"Jordan!" I called. "Jordan, help!"
Jordan was pacing, looking for something that she could use to help me get back up. Finally, she gave in, and held out her hand. " Grab it!" She said.
I grabbed it so quickly I did't have time to fall. She heaved me back up onto the bridge.
"Don't be stupid again!" She said.
I hopped over the hole, and she followed.
"I won't," I panted.
We continued, hand-in-hand, towards our grandparents' house. We didn't stop, except for the time Jordan decided to randomly beat me with a stick for almost killing myself.
Happiness is a Hard Hike
There is no
B E
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to happiness
It's a L terrible climb to the top
O that always looks far
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Because you care too much
And that leaves P in your way
U
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S
Waiting for you to slip
Fall out of daylight
Into endless night
Where they make you feel like a
speck
Like you're N
O
T
W
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T
H
I
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But always keep climbing
Even if you
F
A
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Even if you
S
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Just keep climbing to the beat of
your H . T
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A
Because you are worth it
And that doesn't have a
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^ ^ ^
All-Nighters
I push down a little harder on the gas just as I cross over that rusted city limit bridge. I love doing that, it's such an inviting feeling. By the looks of her face, I can tell she loves it too. Why? Well that little umph makes the specs of dust fly into the air, masking the urban behind us, like the timer saying, 'This is where the fun starts, you have until daylight.'
We both know once that sun is out she better be back in her bedroom, so her parent's don't suspect a thing. I'm pretty sure she knows where I'm headed. She knows every time I hit the puddles I'm craving a good mudding. The closest pit is about 2 miles off, which is plenty of time to have fun.
I look over just as she cranks up a little Hank, then sings with am expectant stare until I sing back. She knows I'm shy about my voice, so she always has to pull me into singing. Which she always does, I mean, nobody can beat such an amazing gaze, especially when they are on me!
I lowly hum the rhythm of the song, until she nudges my shoulder. So in obedience, I sing a little louder. She doesn't really judge my voice, but I never understand how! I put my eyes back on the road, sing a little louder, to catch up with her voice, and tell myself, 'Tonight, will be an amazing night.'
You cannot move forward if you are always looking back
I burn the Bridge which spans the gap between you and I
Bathing in puddles which merge and flow forming rivers on the land
I shed my outer skin peeling away the ugliness you'd left behind
Nothing but a speck of who I used to be
And as the daylight falls against me it thaws my frozen heart
Which once again finds its beat
and with time I know I will shine again
Ever Brighter reflection off the sea
I Am
I am the darkness
The voice telling you to do wrong
The man saying to kill the weak
Burn the bridge
Beat those lesser than you to a
Meaty pulp
Make puddles of their blood
Beat them until
There is not a speck
Of good left
Time does not know me
I burn bright in the cosmos
I am in the daylight and the night
The shadows and the sun
The good in your virgin heart
And the bad of your wicked mind
I am God and the Devil
Eve and the serpent
The apple and the worm
The rose and the thorn
I am every bad thought
And every good action
I am you
I am me
I am everything
And nothing
Who I am
Is for you to decide
Rain
Time is not on our side, love.
With daylight comes dark nights
and our souls are mere puddles upon the earth.
And I feel we we're rain once,
Until we beat upon the ground.
I wish earth would absorb us already.
But we lie between cracks on a bridge,
Or inside an old well.
Until each speck evaporates.
We wait.