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by Tyler Brigham
Andy sat, pale as a ghost, his face dry as chalk. His hands were sweaty and his lip quivered.
"Andrew?" Miss Kliemein's voice cut through the air, sharpened by years of bitterness.
Andrew jolted as if wakened from a dream.
"Andrew?" He looked up. He was surrounded. Thirty some-odd kids, their eyes gleaming, and faces taunting. They smelled blood and were determined to make Andy their meal.
"Come on 'Handy-Andy'! It's your turn!" Andy looked to Miss Kliemein for help, but found none.
Andy stood slowly, unsure of his ability to stand. His legs shook, yet they felt solid and immovable. Each step resounded in his mind. Each step grew in power, until it shook the room. Each step brought him closer to his fate. Heads turned. Their eyes followed him. They dug into him and
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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