What the Future Holds (Chapter 2)What the Future Holds Chapter 2What the Future Holds (Chapter 2) by OmniscientTurtle
"That was the coolest thing ever!"
Little Octavia skipped out of the passage from the best experience of her life. It certainly beat the orchestras her parents had dragged her too so many times before, and she pondered whether or not it beat Hearth's Warming Day. Her favorite part had been when they pierced through the clouds into the eternally sun-filled skies above, during which her face had been plastered against her window so as not to let a single moment pass where she was not peering into the brilliant aether. Trying to keep her eyelids open permanently had proven to be a small obstacle in this endeavor.
Looking from 30,000 feet in the air out onto her old homeland, she had realized just how dreary it was, though that might have just been the rainclouds affecting her interpretation. Either way, she was somewhat glad to no longer live in Germaney. It had always been kind of boring; she was hoping that Manehattan might
What the Future Holds (Chapter 1)What the Future Holds: Chapter 1What the Future Holds (Chapter 1) by OmniscientTurtle
"Octavia, would you please stop making those atrocious noises?"
The little filly instantly ceased her imaginary airplane impression at her mother's order, silently bring her flailing forelegs down. A pestered expression replaced the dumb smile that had been there a few moments ago. She proceeded to rest her elbow on the edge of the windowpane of the back seat of their car, letting her gaze drift to the soft rain falling outside. Her eyelids fell to half-mast, boredom taking over in mere moments. Without the permission to make any more noises, she needed something to bide her attention, and the buildings flying past her vision seemed perfect for that.
Her mother let out a sigh. "Look, I know you're excited dear, but please, try to relax. We wouldn't want ourselves looking like some sort of ruffians to our fellow travelers."
She knew that, but how could she not be
IowaIf you visit Iowa,Iowa by GetYourGrip
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember by Scarlettletters
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
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