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A small rose folding in the fall.

Contributed by iodinelove on Thursday, 8th June 2006 @ 09:23:27 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

She is the world, a frozen satellite trying dutifully to open, and her child is a small rose folding in the fall.
She is a twisted brittle branch, left to decay beneath the yellow stained cotton sheets of October’s failing sky.
She is a magic white night with green eyes and brown hair, a new light folding beneath a canopy of clouds.

The day is endless. The interstate is a mess. My eyes tremble under the pressure of the sun. She wore a black dress, and it is all I can imagine.
I remember her reflection as I remember the rain, a gray splash with color in-between spread wildly over black glass.
The rearview mirror squirrels at the acceleration; I can see her smiling. The windshield wipers flap wontedly, the rain continues.

I sit idly, lay my head back, smoke a cigarette, wait and wait and wait.
The day is endless and all I can think about is a black dress; yellow stained sheets with green eyes and brown hair.

The walls are ivory and black stretching eighty-eight fingers over my face. Consumed by silent televisions, an old man sits close, mumbling in my sleep; the whir of a juice machine whispers hushed defiance to dusty linoleum floors.

I dream, and I am alone.

A black river snakes over the waters of her lips. She cries, I hold her hand, she whispers close come close goodbye; her hand is a warm breeze breaking over frozen seas, violet waves grow closer and sweep away her strength.

Her hand curls, goes limp. I breathe and I am breathing still and I am clawing at her hand and I am clawing at her breasts and I am sobbing empty sobs, and the ivory and the black and the cracked stones all come back all fall down and I am ok.

I am ok.

Copyright Â© iodinelove ... [ 2006-06-08 21:23:27]
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Re: A small rose folding in the fall. (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Friday, 9th June 2006 @ 07:26:24 PM AEST
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I read this last night, and was greatly moved by it, though I didn't find the time to comment then. This is intensely powerful, and it is in the beauty and sadness conveyed a powerful reaffirmation of what it means to be human; to have and love, to lose and long for, and to fail. Your words always hit to the core.

Andrew

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