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| brandnew26 (profile) wrote, on 2-2-2004 at 6:50pm | |
| Current mood: calm Music: Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer Subject: Closing All My Windows |
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| When the crowd parted for the paramedics, we already knew that it wasn't necessary. The street was painted a purple-red with the boy's blood. On impact, his body had folded on itself; he looked like he was praying to the mailbox. The air was turning the blood on the sidewalk rust brown, but in his hair it stayed a dark red. It seemed to get redder with every flash of the newspaper man's camera. I bit down on my lip and the afternoon flooded onto my blood like an IV drip: the crowd's blank faces; the reporters searching for the parents; the steam drifting from the young boy's broken mouth; the pair of sneakers tangled in power lines hanging like a forgotten mistletoe. The blood was soaking into my untied shoelace as we watched the ambulance pull up. I was right there: The calm voices of the paramedics made the temperature drop twenty degrees. I was right there: They zipped up the black bag and I couldn't breathe. I tried to listen, but I couldn't resist the pull of the breathing open window. I saw myself running to it and lunging straight through it. I felt like I was suffocating in a zipped-up black bag. I had to lock myself in the bathroom to stop myself from jumping out of the window. In the mirror, my hair was tinged red. I tried closing my eyes but when I looked in the mirror my hair was saturated, a thick crimson. The New Year cheers sounded like screams though the door and I swore that I'd never let myself care about anything else ever again. The next morning the paper said that a boy had fallen out of an unlocked window in his parent's apartment in New York. I dyed my hair the darkest black I could find. A black so dark it could cover the deepest red and suffocate the brightest halo. |
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beneaththefacade | 02-14-04 4:56pm oh my god... |