The Surprise

Tales From Jack Sailey’s Journal Presents:

The Surprise

Take a breathe- Verse 1

Sun comes up in a scintillating fashion

Slithers in the blinds, strikes my eyes

I awake; besides the piercing light, 
the grey undertones dress the sky

I check the scene;
 I gather a quick measure of the potential of the day

Rise up; synchronously plummet to the couch

Urge to begin, time to move

Feet planted once again, I approach the kitchen

Forge over chaos, leave bottles in my wake

Made it again, another binge, one more day

Stretched my perception to the outside depiction

Stopped and listened

Just cars and birds holler in the distance

About face, march

Suddenly a memory arises

The girl from the previous night 
stabs me and reminds me of my vices

Journey down the hallway, headed for my sanctuary

Push the entrance to the portal

The image becomes clear

The lady from last night is still here

Face in pillow; naked except socks

The night stand is full of its’ usual residents

Hydrocodone, crack cocaine

A few baggies, and the vinyl, the single, “Purple Rain”

Think about slipping her a surprise

But something doesn’t feel right

She looks pale

I shake her twice, her body is lifeless

Panic grabs me, so I grab my phone

Scan through the contacts

I need some assistance

A person who isn’t concerned with the facts

Just the restitution in this body loosing

Land on one, hit send

Like I thought, he isn’t concerned with the sin

Only in the outcome and the ends

Now I’ve confirmed my expectations

No time for elatedness

I need a shower to shake this

Turn on the water

Flop down on the toilet, reach in the drawer and grab my pipe

Hit it twice, then its game time, one mistake isn’t owning my life

Take a Breathe- Verse 2

Worked in the shampoo

Heard the screen door

Bang on the wall

It’s Keith, “Hey man did someone call a sneak?”

Yeah man; she’s in the room

Take a tour, Ill be out soon

“What happened did she choke on that paradise?”

Not sure, I was done for

“Alright, I see, we’ll get this done for sure.”

He went to investigate

I spun the nozzle to the right

Stepped in my shorts, grabbed a towel

Then I aimed my sights

Hit the lights

Strangeness, my man is on his knees

I hear a sniffle

Right hand of mine reaches to shake him

He swung around a sent me to the wall

Fingers circling my throat

Leaving indentions

Before I could plead my case, didn’t even get to mention

I peered into his eyes and realized the reason for his disdain

This is the crazy part, pay attention

I met this man awhile back you see

Hung in different circles

I from Harbins and he from Pirkle

But once one night

Our groups were gathered at a cookout

Was slightly faded

Didn’t store any memories

Looking into his eyes it all became clear

Her name was Sandra

Keith and her shared a parent

Now it was apparent

“Your going to die mother fucker!”

I attempted to gurgle a phrase

He swung me to the floor

I rolled backward, reached for the gauge

Cocked back

Left him in more than a daze

Thoughts poured in, must wait till dark

In mean time, wrap them, drag them to the door

Leave them on a portrait on the floor

Now I wait…count the seconds till dusk

Take a breathe- Verse 3

Time has come

Opened the door slowly, glance quickly

Thrust them in the trunk

Landed in the captains chair

Headed for the abandoned construction spot

The one where those two children fell

The news reported it was at least a 100 foot drop

Secluded in a corner

With no one looking

Light will never shed

Nervous tension

Swerve in the street

Avoid a dog

For some reason, a hit a run seemed wrong

Either way; my act of kindness, there is no one to witness

My path is glared upon by the overlooking grenery

My inner voice starts to speak

No problem, have something to make me free

The flame rolls under the glass

Spot smoke rolling up

Breathe in slowly

So simplistic, when emotions don’t lead to resistance

Arrived did I

Turn the key, sound of a pop, the enclosure revealed its inhabitants

Staged them at the edge

This was it

I first rolled an acquaintance

Stood for a second

Thought of the girl

Did she deserve this?

Or was she ever so inviting, into this treacherous world

Right hand clenched her wrappings

Went to act

Foot slipped

Suddenly I was staring at different scenery

It was the sky

Never imagined this would be how I ended my life

As I descended, my one night stand came after me

As if seeking revenge

Soon we will be at the bottom

Our paths will collide

Our resting place

Before I could start to repent

Felt the earth

Maybe no one was even there to listen

Either way the drop was much shallower than I first thought

Deep enough to inhibit my movement

But still I gasped for air

Door has yet to slam, suddenly I begin to care

The high is gone

I must prey

Wait…. it’s too late

Pain takes control

Blinds start to close

I start to feel the dark

I can’t believe I became another victim from the 
"trailer park"……………The End