Please follow the linked title below to listen to the author read his work. I was drawn to this one, because it’s quite nicely done, of course. But also because I’ve seen a bunch of those horror movies, and what happens long afterward is something rarely examined. We never see survivor characters later, unless they’re backstory devices, playing the wizened mentor to the real lead, the new young hero or heroine. But just imagine if Buffy the Vampire Slayer were getting her AARP card–what would she have to say about everything she’d seen and been?
The dusk of ponds, the flesh of summer camps:
Colors from bad dreams. Her friends from then
Are ageless now, forever in their teens.
The killer disappeared with their limp lives:
A poacher with a bag of fallen birds.
She still can feel the whistle of his breath,
The swish of boning knife through gummy air.
But now, grown old and heavy-hipped and gray,
Death comes slower-paced, a tourist bus
That hisses to a halt where vistas are,
And cannot raise the wingbeat of her heart.
Occasionally, the black of dream-plagued nights
Will snag her skin. She’s young again,
And radiant, one step ahead of everyone.