CREATIVE WRITING CATHARSIS: Sight of Distortion

By Jade Lomeli
Chameleon Creative Writing Blogger

The city I live in is too obscure for me

A mere step informs me that I am unwanted

What does it matter to the city?

There are many other citizens he wants to see

Tonight it rains beautiful colored gems all over he

From the glass in front of my eye, my sight is fractured

Through a kaleidoscope my vision is distorted

The beautiful colors, the darkened faces

I cannot see their lovely faces

But what they wear is clear to me

On every corner there is a man

A shadow         ordering citizens to go back to their suites

Women all over rush past the shadow,

Clenching their purses tightly,

Going above the store from where they retrieved their bags.

Musky men puffing, laying their feet on a shadows knee

And here it is again

The shadow is a shadow, and nothing more

A Service

When will this not happen anymore?

This is the life.

This is the life?

No wonder I am not the one he wants to see

My back only carries a lumpy gray sweater, while my legs drag dark loose jeans

I am not carrying any bags

I walk the city just to see

The luminous lights! The bright buildings! Parks of Green!

But tonight he is so dark to me

Darkness and the colors shine he

Oh Sea! How you have made me blind

All I see is you fracturing the color of my sight!

You have dosed me with your being, not caring how I feel

I drown in your wet

How good it would feel,

If I had control over what you did next

Read some more creative writing pieces from Chameleon staffers and even Loyola students when they’re published every Saturday.