Personal Dislocation
Moriah Veillon
Moriah Veillon
my tires eat miles of pavement
she’s in the passenger seat
I want to roll the windows down
because the tint dulls the color of the sky.
We’re talking about the same things we always do
but today I add something new.
My eyes switch between the mirrors and her.
I’m swerving just a bit
because I have to look at people to talk to them.
That’s a habit instilled in me by my dad.
We wreck into this old oak tree and my car is jagged metal wrapped around me. Her head hangs and she’s bleeding
but I don’t check to see if she’s breathing.
An old picture of me and my dad falls from the visor
and I tell her something I haven’t told anyone else.
“I’m a stranger to my younger self” I say.
I have to rephrase because that’s not right.
“My younger self is a stranger to me,
I don’t feel a connection.”
Her corpse raises her head and tells me that this is called Personal Dislocation.
I like the sound of those words together so I write them down to save them for later.
I leave her dead in the car and I only go back to watch the plants grow over it.
I keep the paper in my pocket for years as the car and the passenger decay.
I think I’m waiting to run into my younger self
so I can slip it to her like a note.
“Personal Dislocation” I’d tell her, but she never shows. So I add to the note for when she does.
“I think we got swapped. I don’t think this is my life. I think this is yours.”
I’m old and aged and my life has passed me by. I realize I’ve always been looking for the 6 year old and never for the year ahead. I go to the corpse and I leave the note in her hand.
she’s in the passenger seat
I want to roll the windows down
because the tint dulls the color of the sky.
We’re talking about the same things we always do
but today I add something new.
My eyes switch between the mirrors and her.
I’m swerving just a bit
because I have to look at people to talk to them.
That’s a habit instilled in me by my dad.
We wreck into this old oak tree and my car is jagged metal wrapped around me. Her head hangs and she’s bleeding
but I don’t check to see if she’s breathing.
An old picture of me and my dad falls from the visor
and I tell her something I haven’t told anyone else.
“I’m a stranger to my younger self” I say.
I have to rephrase because that’s not right.
“My younger self is a stranger to me,
I don’t feel a connection.”
Her corpse raises her head and tells me that this is called Personal Dislocation.
I like the sound of those words together so I write them down to save them for later.
I leave her dead in the car and I only go back to watch the plants grow over it.
I keep the paper in my pocket for years as the car and the passenger decay.
I think I’m waiting to run into my younger self
so I can slip it to her like a note.
“Personal Dislocation” I’d tell her, but she never shows. So I add to the note for when she does.
“I think we got swapped. I don’t think this is my life. I think this is yours.”
I’m old and aged and my life has passed me by. I realize I’ve always been looking for the 6 year old and never for the year ahead. I go to the corpse and I leave the note in her hand.
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Moriah Veillon is a 19 year old girl from central Louisiana. Before joining the Navy, she competed in several academic English and Literature competitions in high school and upon graduating she received an award for an excellence in English and passion for literature. She enjoys screenplay writing for cartoons she is currently creating, and novel writing. She has been writing fiction since the age of 6. Moriah enjoys spending time with friends and creating. Her instagram: @moriah.sucks
Moriah Veillon is a 19 year old girl from central Louisiana. Before joining the Navy, she competed in several academic English and Literature competitions in high school and upon graduating she received an award for an excellence in English and passion for literature. She enjoys screenplay writing for cartoons she is currently creating, and novel writing. She has been writing fiction since the age of 6. Moriah enjoys spending time with friends and creating. Her instagram: @moriah.sucks