Tuesday

* A writing Experiment*


Its been a year since she was lucid.  Fucshia flavored drops melt on her tongue as she stretches her rubber legs on the sidewalk.  The lamposts are flashing their silver, scuffed up teeth at her and she laughing as she tries to decide if they are ferocious or happy; she lays down on rain-dampened concrete that smells of a musty canvas tent she slept in on family camping trips many summers ago.  A black crow mocks her from above, waiting for his turn to pick at her scalp if she lays there too long.  She makes a lunge, hoping her legs somehow find their way beneath her, but her foot catches beneath her and she lets out a hideous laugh as her teeth meet the sidewalk, jumping from her mouth and leaving jagged edges pieces of a broken day hanging in the fucshia sweet drops dripping from her smile. 
It must be Tuesday.