Chemtrails over the Country Club
inspired by the Lana Del Ray song
They were watching the chemtrails over the country club
So young, wild and free. Racing around in their cycles at the country club, and tossing them to laze around in the field. Who needed a museum when there were cloudy masterpieces created by the sky? The grass is uncomfortable but they are used to it now. They wanted this moment to last forever. Soft , bright daisies surrounding them. They ended up in her curly tresses, woven like a tapestry of memories.
A tapestry that time tore into shreds, its pieces now seemingly non-existent. But how could it just disappear? It was not made of thread;it was made of their laughter, their tears and memories of the country club. The book of time had stored it in its worn out pages of the past, and that is where they would always be.
Tea parties had all the fanfare: dressing up and behaving all posh and proper. Waltzing around the hall with grace and discipline. This was the country club; finest of the finer things in life. Removing their stuffy shoes and dancing to the latest tunes after all of it was over. They never cared about discipline anyway.
On the count of three, they all jump. The water is so cool,so blue. It feels nice in the scorching heat. She closes her eyes and floats in the water. Loud chatter among them. It made her feel like she belonged here. And as she closed her eyes again, her mind stores a picture of this moment, in a file labeled ‘home’.
Sports day and they are all ready to risk it all. It was not all that serious and yet they were fighting for their lives. At the end, they got the sweet taste of victory, and it seemed like they had won more than just a trophy.
A night to remember. Driving a car they were certainly not allowed to, but oh my god we feel so free. Heads out of the window, the fresh november breeze hitting their faces. Cheap beer and convenience store snacks spread out on the blanket. They look at the chemtrails, floating above them. When did they get so close? Were they even there before?
Washing my hair, doing the laundry
Late night TV, I want you on me
Like when we were kids
Under chemtrails and country clubs
It was better when their only problems were stuffy shoes and sports days. It was better when they rode cycles and drank beer without their parents knowing. Things were so much easier. They were so happy and free.
The chemtrails do not let her breathe anymore. Creeping around her neck and slowly choking her to death. Where did it all go? None of the others are with her; she does not know where they are now. To think there were times when she did not have to think about these things because they never left her side. All she does, all she can do, is cry. Her eyes are treasures, and every drop of water flowing through them is gold. The skies cry with her today. It starts out with soft whimpers, then slowly it bursts open. Violent sobs racked her body, her pain seeping through her veins. She is now drenched, drenched in the water, drenched in her sorrow. And as the light leaves her eyes, she remembers all the moments she shared with them under the chemtrails over the country club.
