I call this creative non-fiction

Today, two very awesome people came into my class today to talk about creative non-fiction, which is writing about the truth, creatively - not just making shit up. After sharing some examples and telling us how it works, we embarked on a writing adventure. Given only one instruction, write about something that makes you angry in a "letter of lament," we were set free to write! At first, I didn't have the slightest idea what to write about, a lot of things make me angry. Recent circumstances, however, have left me really just pissed at one thing. I chose to write my "letter" about this. After I finished, I have decided that it best fits along the category of lyrical essay,. It is metaphorical and beautifully written, in my opinion. I now present, my letter of lament.

drugs.

they are my ex-boyfriend.

the lifejacket keeping him afloat. “I don’t have to swim or drown, just have to be.” and I am left on shore, watching him clutch the plastic buckles securing him in a bright orange flotation device. he’s been there so long, and now that he can finally feel the menacing cold of the water and see the dark emptiness around him; he’s forgotten how to swim. and now I can only watch. watch him drift away.

they are the foundation of a friendly heart.

they are the life in her smile. keeping it alive so she doesn’t remember why she’s alone. and I hate her smile. it laughs in my face, taunting me to come along for a ride. it whispers in my ear, a memory from long ago, “think of the fun we shared…” it grins and teases, and giggles quietly, a haunting reminder.

they are the shadows of my past.

they are a song looping in my head. I can’t hear over the noise. and as much I hate this song, it just plays and plays. an endless refrain of, “come back to me, it’s almost easy. (said it all) come back again, it’s almost easy (you learned your lesson) come back to me, it’s almost easy. (but still you fall) come back again, it’s almost easy.” thank you avenged sevenfold.

they are a fading reprise.