Fleeting Moments
Life to Fruit Flies Short Section 1
By: Blake-Auler Murphy By: Eric Van Ramshorst
Sunlight on blood soaked I am an infant dumbly crying for growth
pages, calls, runs to see Gently rocked in my cradle ignorant to what lies outside these wooden bars
lemon juice darkens over Scared of my mobile and the shadows that dance on the wall
candles hold our breath Letting loose my tears in accordance with my own selfish intent
until open Waiting to be held, whining for an embrace
Windows indoors and a fear Mute to my needs I sit in cry in comforts warming haze
of not meeting on the right date As comfort sets I fall fast asleep
time this all out Not ready to grow
slope inward, feel free but or Willing to escape
be alone or to be loved
stare steadily don't let the AND the experience that goes with it
inevitable tears deter A drooling specimen I sit
your vision clouded Not adorable or cute but disgusting in my baby suit
as it may be Feed me, carry me, complete me
Chug more in the sound Because I’m not ready to be me.
of shiny time station
than our hopefully survived
peer pressure
Gain wisdom until it seems
to stupefy
rotting out spring
life to fruit flies
This day is a dream in passing
This life is an unmarked passage
We are its beginning amassing
from serene to savage
Photo by Kristina Howard