Tuesday, June 14, 2011

December part 33/10000

They asked me questions but the words in my brain refused to come out my mouth.

At least you were good for something.

"We aren't going to step on any dirty needles are we."

"No," I thought.

I never took it that far.

"What did you do?"
"Can you hear us?"
"Can you say something?"

"Can you hurry?" Again, in my mind..

It seemed as though it took a hundred years for them to get me out of that house.

I wonder if they used the blaring siren the whole way.
Or just the "bloop..bloop" that they use if a car gets in the way.

I could write about it in a million posts,
until I finally wrap my head around
what happened that one night in December.

But I need to get it out.
But I don't know how.

2 comments:

Kaleidoscope Girl said...

This is one of my favourite posts by you. The suggestions but lack of answers make it intriguing.

Eva said...

"I could write about it in a million posts,
until I finally wrap my head around
what happened that one night in December."

I could write a million posts about a night last February that changed everything. I do write it. And it still doesn't make sense to me.