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Crawling with my fingers

Contributed by iodinelove on Saturday, 26th March 2005 @ 05:03:13 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Each day i see her. Each day she's sitting on the same bench. Sitting downtown sitting with the yellow and brown leaves, the dogs, the pigeons. The pigeons beat their wings. The dogs bark. The leaves crumple under heavy paw and foot. She just sits there, watches everyone pass by. I wonder what she's thinking sometimes. I don't know why I'm interested, I shouldn't be. she's just a random girl. Just some girl who sits there and watches everybody. she watches everybody, but she never looks at me. she'll look up as I walk by and pull her eyes away to the crushed and crumbling leaves. I wonder if she feels alone. I wonder if she has anybody to love. I wonder what she does when she's not sitting there watching the cars pass by.
I buy a newspaper. She is still there. I sit down under dirt and tree. She is still there. A car blasts music, passes by. She is still there. A thunder touches the distance. She is still there. She is still there, and I am sick of her. I am sick of her, she is still there she is an endless scream screaming love and sickness and I am sick of her. I am sick of her like I'm sick of the tragedy I read in the newspaper. A car explodes; she is still there. Another school shooting; she is still there. Death after death after death; she is still there the last bomb will fall and she will still be there, sitting, watching the ***** ground tremble in the rain and thunder. The dogs fall mute, a grotesque whimper in their throats, the pigeons fly with broken wings, and she is still there haunting me convicting me pointing her finger, blaming me for all the dead that are dead in my life.
She gets up and walks away.
Her yellow dress. Her sandy, rosebud hair. I hate her. I want her. I need her to leave. To walk away. I want to forget her, her yellow hair, her rose and red blond hair; the wrinkles in her dress forget her, her black boots ignoring each step; her black boots surrender me, her love her loneliness her sick gray skin crawling with my fingers.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-03-26 05:03:13]
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Re: Crawling with my fingers (User Rating: 1 )
by guts_n_glitter on Saturday, 26th March 2005 @ 11:34:35 AM AEST
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Excellent piece of writing.
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