Get Ready with Me - Sinead Kiley (Del Norte High School - 12th Grade)
Oftentimes, when I finish a book, I think about death.
Not always, but enough times that now,
When I press the pages together I try to shake the idea out of my mind,
Let it drip from my ears like water as I shower
I used to listen to music while I showered
Used to dance as water bounced off me onto greying tile
I stopped dancing when my arms started to feel heavy and the emptiness of my body foreign I stopped dancing when I started to feel guilty anytime anyone said my name. I stand now, maybe sit.
My mom used to tell me to paint my toes before I shower,
So the water drips down and cleans all the mistakes I made
The mistakes I make now are far too big for just my shower
Now my toes are bare as I slowly turn off the faucet,
As the idea of death slips back into its rightful place in my head
Only one wall in my room is bare
The only one I can stare at now
The pale green looks back at me in disgust, and I forget to blink
My door is always closed these days
But I always keep my window a quarter open
Sometimes I say it’s so I can hear the sounds of frogs at night
Sometimes I’m honest enough to admit I am too much of a coward to open it all the way
This is when I turn on the music
The speaker is used to the four songs I play
I don’t know all the words,
I have memorized the way they make me feel
The way the sounds prick and scratch and claw at my armor,
Like the books I love and hate the most do
I don’t remember how my grandparents looked anymore
I forgot their voices the day I stared down at my feet pinched into my Mom’s small black heels And watched my Dad cry
I can’t cry.
The burning sensation in my throat becomes apart of who I am and
my tears never have the courage to traverse the planes of my face I am jealous of those who can feel and not be ashamed
Jealous of you who can love and never look back
Now I stew under the weight of my own blanket,
Until the itching sensation of silk against my unshaven legs begs me to leave I shave every two days and I wonder why everything I’ve ever lived is a circle.