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| m&ms487 (profile) wrote, on 2-12-2007 at 12:17am | |
| Current mood: cold |
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| Sometimes I just want to scream out in warning. Sometimes you have to learn it for yourself. It's painful. It's heart-wrenching. But it must be done. I should be going to bed, but my eyes are wide-open. My searching is inconclusive, and I'm sure someday I'll die because life has become stale. Like stale popcorn that tastes of textured air. Air that rushes in and turns my lungs beet red. Textures like the mucous in a lung with emphazema. Stale. Old. Hindered. Who could have calculated her thirst that night? Not a one, not even herself. She began preparation in the sunny afternoon, considering her pores in natural light. Covering, clogging them with her make up as the light dimmed, and the fluorescent lights casted unnatural shadows around the room. She strode out the door by the light of the moon, subtly wavering in each step. She rode to the party in the darkness of a promising night, her face shining with possibility. Arriving, entering, and swaying under the light of a miniature disco ball, the night climaxed around her. Later, he saw her by the flicker of his flame and the glow of his non-filtered cigarette. He carried her down the flight of stairs to his bedroom, basking in the warm glow of candle light. He left her there, in darkness, and slept in the other room. She was revealed by the new sun, filtered through a topaz curtain, that cast a long shadow with deep valleys of heliotrope. |
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| Anonymous | 02-13-07 9:13pm Regardless of the source of inspiration or the meaning behind this post, it's beautifully written. It could be interpreted a few different ways, but I'm tired of that from Lit. class. I don't know how you ever came out of this district and are able to write like that. You should be a poet and I'll come to your book signings. See you soon!
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| m&ms487 | Re:, 02-14-07 1:47am Awww, thank you dear! I don't really know where it came from. I was just interesting in using light as a motif and that's what came of it! When am I going to see you this weekend? I miss you! |