“You’ll catch your death. He said. But she caught it in her crib. Somehow, she was misled, and gone before she lived." 1
And now she sits on a worn wood bench in a littered park where the sky screams summer and the ground wails winter. There’s a broken blue glass bottle lying shattered at her feet. And she wonders how it got there. Was it lightly tossed aside like so many other things she’s known? Or did someone have the courage to slam it with passion against the wood, despite the warnings of onlookers? The non-committal sun makes her turn away and her ears catch the flow of a distant conversation.2
Sitting by a shallow pool, far enough away so that she must strain to hear, are two wise men. The one with graying hair and the other with no more than a few wisps of what may have been brown. “I’m not sure.” Says the one. “I didn’t sign on for trouble.” 3
“I know,” says the other. “I guess I’d do the same.”4
“I mean I wasn’t expecting it to cost so much or require so much work. I just signed up the other day and already I’m exhausted. What else can I do but quit?”5
“A logical conclusion.” Assures man number two to man number one. And as she tunes them out that same non-committal sun commits to setting in her down cast eyes. She picks up the broken blue glass bottle, ignores the setting sun, and quietly goes back to dying.6
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Good job I enjoy your writing
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"each day we die a little more."
heheh. well. anyway.
have you read Ginsberg? this peice makes me think you'd like Ginsberg.
and i remember this line: "where the sky screams summer and the ground wails winter." but i can't remember where from. is it from one of yours? or is it a lyric? well either way it's kickass.
that snatch of conversation really captures your head, messes with your mind. i love that. it gives the whole peice something indefineable.
"Or did someone have the courage to slam it with passion against the wood, despite the warnings of onlookers?"
a very good question, my friend. a good question indeed... -
bravo
it makes me think of a thousand questions and it makes me want to paint the scene as you paint it with your words. i want to know more but at the same time, the dearth of detail gives it such a sparse edge. that i cant imagine writing anything like it and i cant imagine any changes to it that would make it any clearer. i want to stay up all night and write until my hands bleed. this is how much i love this. -
Very mystical and interesting
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