Brick-Ryleigh Spetoskey

Remember when I tied a brick around my ankles

and jumped into the lake?

     It took them three minutes and twenty-

eight seconds of searching through the murky water

     Until they cut the rope and pulled me above

the icy liquid

     And pounded the substance out of my lungs

until my face wasn’t blue and my hands

     Released their fists. My mother screamed

my name as she watched the current pull

     Me under. My father demanded to be in the

care when they took me away with the

     Flashing lights. You told me that you loved me

as I was behind my house, already grabbing

     Some rocks. I told you that I loved you

and that’s why I jumped

 

December 29, 2015 by quinnkirby Tags: ryleigh spetoskey Leave a comment

Ryleigh Spetoskey – My Garden

When we met, I had a garden full of weeds

The weeds grew and grew, higher and higher

and I was too tired to pick them.

When we met, you helped me pick them

until my garden was bare.

You planted your seeds in the fresh dirt

but you left as soon as the weeds grew back

and you didn’t want to pick them anymore.

My Garden grew weeds faster than before

and I let them grow.

When you came back

You helped me pick the weeds

and a flower started to bloom.

We picked the weeds as they sprouted

not letting them get too big

My Garden became beautiful

You said that I should be among the flowers

But why should I, I said,

Because there’s already flowers in me

and they’re growing right now.

November 18, 2015 by quinnkirby Tags: ryleigh spetoskey Leave a comment

Ryleigh Spetoskey – I Am the Weather

I am the rain

bringing life to the ones who cannot hold their own

pushing oil spills and debris for miles by my side

running down sidewalks until I sacrifice myself

to the sewers of hopelessness and despair

uncleansing myself, not looking for reconciliation

I am the snow

landing on children’s tongues and under heavy trucks

causing auto wrecks and bringing misery to the midwest

forcing people to look in awe as I arrive in

October and leave in April

they like when I leave

I am the wind

tangling women in their scarves

cluttering homes that do not deserve such cluttering

howling in such pain because I cannot bear the

sprinting that I commit

whilst in the tornado of leaves

I am the sun

beating down on red faces

holding such power under my wing

knowing that I am burning with anger and have

the ability to kill

though they all trust me

I am whether humanity can survive the harshness

of reality. I am whether they can take the hear,

or freeze in the power of my heart

I am the midwest weather

and I’m constantly changing.

October 30, 2015 by quinnkirby Tags: ryleigh spetoskey Leave a comment