So... this is more of a poem in prose format than anything honestly, but I think that I did a good job capturing Eli. Any opinions would be greatly appreciated. This is loosely based off a song by Panic! at the Disco
Trade Mistakes
By: Zachary Denali
"If I could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep."
Death – it hits you like a ton of bricks and doesn't even take into consideration that you might want to say goodbye first. Lately, it seems like I've had a lot of firsts: the first time I've been in love, or at least I guess it was love. Right now it only feels like fire.
Fire – whether it burned hot in the throes of passion or cold in rage, it was a constant in my relationship with her. Now, I'm feeling the pain as that fire jumps from cool to searing. This flame started from a tiny glare of anger – a spark.
Spark – when I first touched it her it was electrifying. In that instance, I was smitten. At first, I had tried to deny that I could be in love, but that little jolt through my body was the first I had really, truly experienced. It came at me like lightning.
Lighting – it had been storming and our words had joined together as if we were the thunder. I screamed obscenities at her. She lashed out at me with her accusations. She told me I would never change. She said I was still mourning ghosts.
Ghosts – they're kind of a funny concept, aren't they? Even years after the person has left you, you still see them. It doesn't matter that you didn't really love them. In fact, that only makes the ringing from their screams all the stronger.
Stronger – I should be stronger than this. It shouldn't affect me so much. I don't want to leave this place – not really. But I do want to be with her. If I only I actually believed in a light at the end of the tunnel. But it's too bright.
Bright – my last memories… the shine in her eyes from anger, from joy, from tears… the flash of the bolts as they struck down from the sky… the lights in my room turning on as I closed my eyes.
Eyes. Clare? I guess I'll see the gorgeous blue of your eyes in heaven.
I hope she's prayed for me.
