A celluloid life
is easier
Splice and mend
cut out the mistakes
Erase the grief
The year I spent fucking my way across Europe
Sam & Dave spilled out over pirate airwaves
off the Isle of Man
Possibly that
could be discarded
Culls for the cutting room floor.
I was Mustang Sally
doing desperado sex,
on-the-run-no-questions-asked sex.
unprotected sex
In a time of free love
What I needed
most
was comfort
Relief from the pain
Cut and splice
his death
so shattering it could have been my own
So young
But we cannot roll back the film
We go on
All those mistakes
make us who we are
[Scintilla Project prompt, day 10: 1. Sometimes we wish we could hit the rewind button. Talk about an experience that you would do over if you could. If you would like to sign up for this storytelling fortnight, click here, or on the icon in the right menu. It’s Scintilla. It pushes your boundaries.]
Sarah C Morgan 