WA 4, Draft 3
Now all i see is cords breaking, sound overtaking and Goodnight.--walls covered with car crashes.
dictionary, sugarplum fairy: i can't make up my mind.
Followed you home-- Slanted eyes crackling in the dark.
My heart snagged on a nail and i faltered.
Pouring over books- why so damned gorgeous?
This is bad enough- this aggression with myself.
wish I could rebel, but i need your cautionary support support.
My mom always said something about being a child- STAY A CHILD. Its simpler that way, you believe what you are told readily. no descisions to be made. I wish i had listened to her.
In my mind, over and over and over again, rocking, singing the our father, peppermint scent, lightning catching. Always slightly pulled grasp.
I don't want to remember anymore.
Heat permeates. a gentle smash in the back of the head.
A noise is as loud as the silence. That moment when all illusions drop. slight reminiscing- simplicity like holy water.
falling, realising a dream- cliff jumping- waking up, plumeting. sudden realization in contrast to stark disbelif--come here, boy, let me explain.
i was in love with the idea in my heart.
In reality, it was like a sharp pain like while hemming,
you prick your inner palm.
then, suddenly, hands become flat, pointed,
electricity flows through viens,
if any one was out there, surely all would be saved. In the end,
my grasping finger lingers only a second
like that game we used to play- trying to hold a gallon of milk with a pinky,
pressure beyond seams ripping. only tension holding ice together. look around!
see that you can't rely on crosses and thorns.
split second, split ends, lather, rinse repeat.
theres nothing left for you here-- its all up in smoke.
desolation is the only consolation.
don't let yourself think that wings exist; no clouds and fiery orbs.
put 2 and 2 together.
It is easier to factor life, just think of it allgebraically--ceremonies, are so triangulated,
overrated, theres nothing to salvage of this world anyway.
cross yourself with the sign of the heart.
posted by Marigene Willson @ 11:33 AM
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