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Walk Away - Chapter 2Chapter 2
On the way to Massachusetts all this rage and anger filled up inside her, giving herself the courage to do what always needed to be done. She tried not to remember the things she loved about him or how he used to make her feel. Instead she focused her mind on the fact that now she realized he never really cared about her the way she cared about him. Every sweet thing he ever said or did for her was just a lie. All the broken promises he made were shattered before her very eyes. Alyson let herself feel something for him, that was once in a lifetime, and she was absolutely certain she would never allow herself to be put in this situation again. She zoned out the window with this cold hard stare, feeling eyes watching her everywhere. She always found people giving her these stares filled with curiousity, but she paid no attention to them. At this point, how could she seriously care what a bunch of strangers thought of her? She had lost herself a long time ago. Not much
Walk Away - Chapter 1Chapter 1
Alyson stepped off the train with her luggage and headed over to the station to meet her aunt and uncle who were dropping her car off for her so she could drive home. Well if you could call it a home. She didn't feel like she belonged anywhere. A feeling of fear and familiar sadness washed over her as she made her way over to them. She held her head high and put on the most beautiful fake smile she could dig up from deep within herself.
Uncle Sean and Aunt Cathlene waved excitedly. They rushed towards her and wrapped their arms around her. Alyson didn't want anyone else to greet her. These people minded their own business and kept to themselves. "Hi, Alyson. We are so happy to see you again. Let us carry your luggage out to the car. You must be exhausted from the trip," her Uncle Sean said. Alyson nodded and looked off to the ground for an instant, "Yes, I suppose I am a little tired. But I feel good enough to make the drive. I
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
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
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