We were business partners.

Sold friendship for fifty cents.

Choosing bracelet-colors cost extra.

The only friendship that ever mattered was free.

I’m not sure why you gave it to me.


Remember the day you taught me to skip

Stones in the mud-hole down the street?

Never thought much about mud, until then.

You wore that grey jacket.

Your rain-slicked hair dripped over your eyes.

I wish I still had “something that cool” by my house.


Sometimes we’d sneak inside our concrete tunnel.

Exchange glances.

Share secrets.

The pebbles ground into my palms.

They formed dents in my skin.

They didn’t cut me the way the bullet did.


You salvaged me from youth’s riptide.

Reached for my hand in the dark

Chasm between our worlds

And pulled me closer.

Some said it was too close.

I sucked at skipping stones.


Remember the night we danced in my living room?

You wished your parents would never come.

I didn’t believe in third dimensions,

Or I would have smuggled you

The same way we smuggled those cinnamon toothpicks.

Hid you in that guarded

Pocket, where I’ve preserved your picture.


Instead, our parents jolted our tunnel.

Shattered the concrete.

Ripped velcro

Until it bled.

The scars still shed tears.

But the truth is,

Fate knew that if I was there,

You never would’ve pulled the trigger.


© All Rights Reserved Caroline Adele O’Brien


The Sower of Darkness

The Sower of Darkness
As dark as the darkest night
In ominous flight
Across the oceans, fields and cities
Had spread
His dismal wings
Sowing sorrow
Madness, plight

On his path
A human soul was caught
Pleading for mercy
All in vain
The Sower of Darkness
As dark as the darkest night
Of mercy knows nought
Destruction is his aim

Through the window
A glimmer of golden Hope
Flew in
Shone her bright light
On the troubled soul
Hid the mortal tool
Of polished steel
And the thick rope

The Sower of Darkness
His ultimate goal
Having lost his might
Decided to slowly
Crawl back
Into his gloomy hole

© irina dimitric 2012