
I finally made a table of contents page: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/
***
This story isn’t about revenge,
remember?
So I’m done
writing about my mother.
Needless to say,
in real life,
dragons don’t come to help out
lonely little girls.
In real life,
it takes
a potion
that almost melts your leg off
to decide to run away.
I didn’t scream
(though I thought
it was burning my bone out)
so she wouldn’t put me to sleep
with the smoke
and I could get out
as soon as she went into her potions shack
to change up the ingredients
to test it again–
while she puttered,
I snuck out the back door
and hobbled through town
and didn’t scratch the rashes on my shoulders
from the potions she’d tested out first
so they wouldn’t bleed through my sleeves,
and I stole the first little cart I saw
(sorry to that farmer)
and took it into the hills,
resting my burned leg inside
and pushing myself up rocky slopes with my other
then riding down
the bumpy backsides,
hoping I didn’t tip over
or that the insides of my leg
wouldn’t spurt out
like a melted volcano–
past the third hill,
up the fourth
I did scream
finally
but didn’t stop climbing for long enough
to catch my breath,
I kept going
in a blind haze
of pain
the phrase
must get away
get away
must get a-a–aw-m-m-mus-must g-g
away
away AWAY
blanketing all else in my brain
and I kept going
through black spots
falling through my vision
and dizziness shaking my position
and my tongue turning fuzzy
with hot thirst
until the gray day
faded to pitch black
then I collapsed by a hill
cool to the touch
and my cart became both pillow and blanket
and my good leg
almost hurt worse
than the burned and bleeding one
from all the pushing myself up hills
and I’d sweat through
my clothes
and started bleeding,
probably,
given the way the sleeves stuck to me
like scales
even though I’d wanted to avoid that
and I dropped to sleep
not knowing
if I’d live until morning
but happy knowing at least I’d
die free.
***
find my published book here
I had to pause for a few moments after reading this to let it sink in. This is really powerful, Jordyn. Your gift shines in this one, and it resonates in some ways regarding my own experience with my dad:
“…and I dropped to sleep
not knowing
if I’d live until morning
but happy knowing at least I’d
die free.”
Profound stuff, indeed.
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Thank you! I’ve honestly been feeling a little down lately, wondering if the things I do mean anything to other people, so this message was exactly what I needed:)
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You–and what you do–definitely matter. 😊
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