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January

Contributed by Debris on Friday, 7th May 2010 @ 05:35:42 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff










She took the cup in her orange nicotine fingers.
Barely looking into it before she swallowed all that it contained
and all that it did not.
For a morsel of time our eyes met
and she spat
that she wasn’t always “like this”.
I felt something for her that I hadn’t felt before.
She was more human in that moment than any person on this earth.
Her words belonging in a celluloid scene.
I turned away from her
for fear that her words would actually damage me in some physical way.
As she rolled back down the corridor
her stiff flowered dress swayed from wall to wall.
The smell of her matted hair lasting barely longer
than the words she had spoken.




Copyright © Debris ... [ 2010-05-07 05:35:42]
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Re: January (User Rating: 1 )
by nobodyJQ on Friday, 7th May 2010 @ 06:19:40 AM AEST
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nice read i can almost see her


Re: January (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Friday, 7th May 2010 @ 07:19:22 AM AEST
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Hi,

I can tell from reading this poem that it's as tough
for the carer, as it must be for the cared.

Heartfelt and somewhat sad, but written by the
hand of someone who obviously cares.

Stay strong!

Tommy



Re: January (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Saturday, 8th May 2010 @ 01:58:30 AM AEST
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Moments of life that are pregnant with the knowledge and insight they give you well written




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