The corner

  She had her hair up in a bun. The strings of her bathing suit peeking out a tank top that says be bold. She was bold sitting in her swimsuit in public music blasting from her blue tooth. Other people are looking at her and she’s laughing with her best friend about the cheesy joke she just made. She laughed at her own jokes as she only found herself funny. She says to her best friend Society is messed up and her friend looks at her funny. No I mean look around you She looks around and shrugs I see people she says These people…around us…are staring at me Her friend sighs What I can’t lie on the beach in my swimsuit No you should. She replies The sun shimmered on her brown skin and on the tires of her wheelchair. As she screamed at the top of her lungs when the waves came in and immersed in her body Her smile was brighter than the sun. She just wanted to be bold and you know she was. Oh, how she had a heart made

Brittle and bare trees sway back and forth. I hear the whisper in the whisk of the wind as it dances on the edges of my ears when the sliding door slams shut behind me. The shattering force of the wind caresses the back of my neck as I swerve on a sharp corner of this deserted, twisted alley. I think about how much strength it took to divide the wet cement into broken holes. These bent corners of cement are like the edges of my heart that want to scream sadness into the rainbow-like sky above me. The sky is so bright and bubbly; two characteristics that I want to obtain. It evokes my undivided attention towards the highway, passing by the florescent-lit Chevron where my body shivers as the wind hits me harder. Traffic here is always insane; a car almost hits me despite knowing the crosswalk sign is on. The rush of the cars makes my once-numbed face feel again as if a nurse is putting numbing cream onto your skin before she inserts the IV into your warm-blooded skin. Cars on the