Rachel Johnson
The Shade Poems: White
By Rachel Johnson It was breezy and cool. The blue cashmere sweater was a good choice. I didn’t mind walking through the park, it was faster. White street lamps twitched as I passed. Each one popping on as the sun disappeared. The park was so empty today, no couples sharing kisses or joggers on the [...]
27Jul2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Shade Poems: Green
By Rachel Johnson It was her eyes. The sharp green picked her for me. Her high ponytail swung as she walked. And her eyes, those green eyes, watched the darkness. But she would never find me. Black hid me in the night, Unlike her blue sweater that glowed in the lights. The last victim blended [...]
26Jul2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Shade Poems: Blue
By Rachel Johnson Something smelled like old meat that had been sitting out for too long. Somewhere iron rich blood was collecting flies. They would buzz into the pool and feast on microscopic bits of flesh. Gorging themselves on someone’s death. The familiar smell I had grown to rely on. Dumpsters didn’t hold many prizes. [...]
26Jul2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued