she was buried under the dirt, trusting a voice that was not mine, or anyone's i knew. dhe was told to do this daily, this burial, and the world would be greatly improved. i did not believe. i tried to talk her out of it, but she was so glad to help. into the ground, in a filthy basement.
i watched once, and as she came up i was afraid. her skin was cold and she was pale. "i feel old," she said. i told her, see, you couldn't breathe and it's wet. what if you get pnuemonia? she wanted to try again, with a different set-up.
the voice belonged to a young girl with long hair. she said she was our sister, but i did not believe. how could a sister bury her own without another thought, and even encourage it?
i watched the girl, let her bury my sister (i couldn't stop them), and pretended to get in a shower. the other girl did the same. but i got out and went to her shower. it was empty and the doors to the basement were all open. the girl was on top of where my sister was buried, and she was stealing her life. i wanted to kill her, but i needed to get my sister first.
i uncovered her and told her what had been happening. she looked so old, the girl so young.
About Me
- rosy ricks
- rosy ricks is a hard workin’ mama and advocate for social change. After finishing up a term with AmeriCorps Public Allies as a Disaster Education Outreach Specialist at the American Red Cross of Southeastern Wisconsin, ricks worked for a stint as a residential manager at a men’s homeless shelter. This year, ricks will be serving as an Americorps Public Ally Fellow at the Hunger Task Force. She is also enrolled in Alverno College’s Community Leadership undergraduate program, and writes regularly for Citigal Magazine, a Women’s business and Empowerment Magazine based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. "develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. forget yourself." -henry miller
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