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“Left Behind”
At fifteen
he thought that
he would be
free
from many of
the things that
have tormented
him
when it came
to people
more specifically
the one’s he
calls “Friends”
a word he
knows
he’s using in
a way
that doesn’t match
the definition
a fact right
now
that is being
brought to the
fore front
of his attention
as he hears
a car stereo
blasting
in front of his
house
as the driver
leans on the
horn
so there can be
no mistake
he knows they
are out there,
he just lays
on his bed
trying to block
them
out of his
mind
having fallen for
their stupid joke
last week
running out the
door
only to watch
them speed away
as he tries
to catch up
to them,
and as loud
as the music
is outside
he can still
hear their laughter
as they drive
off
while he lies
there
staring at a
poster of
a Japanese
horror movie
two teen girls
dressed in the
typical
blue school
girl uniform
one holding a
bloody katana blade
the other girl
holding a chainsaw
which of course
is also dripping
in blood
as he waits
for his cell phone
to begin to
vibrate
which it is
soon doing
a hurtful jab
from the gang
wishing they had
the room to
squeeze him in
to the car,
he was number
five
in a group
that never exceeded
four
the substitute
that only got
called on
when someone
was missing
he doesn’t reply
to their baiting
his eyes go
back
to the Hot
Asian teens
looking in his
direction
with a
“Don’t F---,
with us”
gleam in their
eyes
as he wonders
about such things
as loyalty
truth
and honor
do such codes
really exist
between people
between friends,
a new text
drops in
an update on
their pursuit of
a VW bug
filled with screaming
high school girls
he wished that
he could make
himself believe
this was their
way
of including him
in their games
but that false
illusion
was shattered
long ago
he can’t help
but see it
for what it
really is
their taking pleasure
in his pain
of being left
behind,
he’s had this
poster
for over a
year now
found it by
accident
in a vintage
record store
bargain bin
he has spent
countless hours
analyzing
the shot
of the two
girls
going back and
forth
between which
vixen is hottest
and which has
the best weapon
for killing hordes
of zombie infected
classmates
even after a
year
he’s still up
in the air
on both questions,
he’s curious if
the two girls
are friends
or just ended
up
banding together
to survive,
as much as
he would hate
to be eaten
while fighting
zombies
the thought of
having a friend
that was so
loyal and true
that they would
fight to the
death
back to back
with you
is a frequent
fantasy
brought on by
this poster,
his phone again
is vibrating
feeling to him
as if it was
shaking the whole
bed
along with his
world
another quick
reminder
of his social
ranking
on that short
list of five
names,
he never replies
to their constant
prodding
tomorrow when he
sees them all
he’ll come up
with a story
a well-constructed
lie
to try and save
face
maybe he’ll say
he wasn’t home
or was sick
in bed
on a Friday
night
a cover story
he will hang
on to
no matter how
hard
they try and
break it a part
the truth
to painful
for him to
admit to,
he thought at
fifteen
he wouldn’t need
friends
all that much
he could move
past that need
to belong
to something
but he found
he couldn’t go
it alone
so he plays
along
not wanting to
let go of
the closest thing
he has next
to friendship
something his
insecure youth
won’t let him
trade away
to gain a
small measure of
self-respect,
his mind
seeking shelter
from their digital
taunting
hides in the
movie poster
on the wall
standing between
the two girls
with a katana
blade
in his right
hand
and a chainsaw
in his left
ready to die
if need be
fighting the zombies
together
true friends
to the very
end…
Tom Allen…11-09-2018…
At fifteen
he thought that
he would be
free
from many of
the things that
have tormented
him
when it came
to people
more specifically
the one’s he
calls “Friends”
a word he
knows
he’s using in
a way
that doesn’t match
the definition
a fact right
now
that is being
brought to the
fore front
of his attention
as he hears
a car stereo
blasting
in front of his
house
as the driver
leans on the
horn
so there can be
no mistake
he knows they
are out there,
he just lays
on his bed
trying to block
them
out of his
mind
having fallen for
their stupid joke
last week
running out the
door
only to watch
them speed away
as he tries
to catch up
to them,
and as loud
as the music
is outside
he can still
hear their laughter
as they drive
off
while he lies
there
staring at a
poster of
a Japanese
horror movie
two teen girls
dressed in the
typical
blue school
girl uniform
one holding a
bloody katana blade
the other girl
holding a chainsaw
which of course
is also dripping
in blood
as he waits
for his cell phone
to begin to
vibrate
which it is
soon doing
a hurtful jab
from the gang
wishing they had
the room to
squeeze him in
to the car,
he was number
five
in a group
that never exceeded
four
the substitute
that only got
called on
when someone
was missing
he doesn’t reply
to their baiting
his eyes go
back
to the Hot
Asian teens
looking in his
direction
with a
“Don’t F---,
with us”
gleam in their
eyes
as he wonders
about such things
as loyalty
truth
and honor
do such codes
really exist
between people
between friends,
a new text
drops in
an update on
their pursuit of
a VW bug
filled with screaming
high school girls
he wished that
he could make
himself believe
this was their
way
of including him
in their games
but that false
illusion
was shattered
long ago
he can’t help
but see it
for what it
really is
their taking pleasure
in his pain
of being left
behind,
he’s had this
poster
for over a
year now
found it by
accident
in a vintage
record store
bargain bin
he has spent
countless hours
analyzing
the shot
of the two
girls
going back and
forth
between which
vixen is hottest
and which has
the best weapon
for killing hordes
of zombie infected
classmates
even after a
year
he’s still up
in the air
on both questions,
he’s curious if
the two girls
are friends
or just ended
up
banding together
to survive,
as much as
he would hate
to be eaten
while fighting
zombies
the thought of
having a friend
that was so
loyal and true
that they would
fight to the
death
back to back
with you
is a frequent
fantasy
brought on by
this poster,
his phone again
is vibrating
feeling to him
as if it was
shaking the whole
bed
along with his
world
another quick
reminder
of his social
ranking
on that short
list of five
names,
he never replies
to their constant
prodding
tomorrow when he
sees them all
he’ll come up
with a story
a well-constructed
lie
to try and save
face
maybe he’ll say
he wasn’t home
or was sick
in bed
on a Friday
night
a cover story
he will hang
on to
no matter how
hard
they try and
break it a part
the truth
to painful
for him to
admit to,
he thought at
fifteen
he wouldn’t need
friends
all that much
he could move
past that need
to belong
to something
but he found
he couldn’t go
it alone
so he plays
along
not wanting to
let go of
the closest thing
he has next
to friendship
something his
insecure youth
won’t let him
trade away
to gain a
small measure of
self-respect,
his mind
seeking shelter
from their digital
taunting
hides in the
movie poster
on the wall
standing between
the two girls
with a katana
blade
in his right
hand
and a chainsaw
in his left
ready to die
if need be
fighting the zombies
together
true friends
to the very
end…
Tom Allen…11-09-2018…