The Amazing Story Challenge: Day 2

The Amazing Story Challenge: Day 2

Date: March 4^th, 2016

Numbers: 22, 9, 44

Prompt: “Spoiled by a lifetime of luxury, a fallen angel plans the perfect murder”

Medium: Free Form Writing/ Rap Inspired Poetry 

Push

By: Hayley Michelle Trachtenberg

He pushed me.

He pushed me and I fell.

He pushed me and I fell, right into the ravine.

He pushed me and I fell in the ravine: he didn’t catch me.

He pushed me.

He pushed me and he watched.

He pushed me and he watched, and then he turned, and then he left.

He pushed me.

Pushed the hair off of my face.

He pushed down my dress and then he pushed over the blankets.

He pushed me.

Pushed me away after.

He pushed away the dinner plate.

He pushed me because I was late.

He pushed me and I fell in the ravine.

He didn’t catch me.

I pushed him.

I pushed all of his buttons.

I pushed to hear him say those three words he didn’t mean.

I pushed him to stay with me until the morning.  

I pushed him to go hiking, and he pushed me in a ravine.

I laid there.

I laid there and I cried.

I laid there and I cried angry tears.

He broke me.

I stayed there.

I stayed there and I wept.

I stayed there and I wept because I blamed myself for falling.

He left me.

He left me there to die.

He left me there with tears at the bottom of a ravine.

I loved him.

I let him in my home.

Into my bed, into my heart,

And now I’m all alone.

I was happy.

At least that’s what I say.

I thought that he was heaven,

But fun is not the same thing.

He was happy.

Or at least that’s what he said.

He loved my life of luxury

Spoiled from him touching me:

Now I wrap my arms around my back,

Dressed in black,

In a corner of a crevasse

At the bottom of a canyon.

I never did a bad thing,

Unless you count his body.

Now all our memories

As I walk home, now haunt me.

I pull the feathers from my back,

My angel wings are turning black,

He pushed me, there’s no going back.

He pushed me,

There’s no going back.

I used to hold his hand,

And now I want to hold his head,

Under water

Slick Slaughter

Cuz we could have had a daughter

My pride hurts more than my womb

Now he can sleep inside a tomb

I can see him from the window

Sleeping in my bedroom.

I used to be his angel,

Or maybe just his cash cow

With my rosey-shades broken

I can see the truth now.

I am only human,

But he is not a man:

He is just a serpent now sleeping in my bed.

And when they ask about my bruises,

Through tears I’ll say I cannot tell.

When they ask me ‘bout what happened,

I will smirk and say

He

Fell.