“Chasing Me” by La Wanda Garrett

Chasing Me

By La Wanda Garrett
 

I walk the streets alone at night

emptiness closely following behind

searching shadows for any sign of light

chasing after the distant hum of laughter,

the laughter of a little girl

smiling, showing off missing teeth,

pigtails taming her wild mane

pink flowery dress draping her body

white stockings lining her chunky legs

shiny black dress shoes protecting her feet.

Instead, I catch a glimpse in a store front window

of another girl, older, frowning,

her eyes as dark as the night

face hidden in the shadows

cast by her navy hoodie

and baggy sweats,

her feet housed by tattered boots.

 

“Growing Up” by Kara J. Searcy

Growing up

By Kara J. Searcy

means standing
inside the screen
door on a
muggy
summer
day; sprinklers off
and bathing suit
tucked
between the
bed
and the
nightstand,
gathering bugs.