A letter to dear no one, aka Clay
From virgin cherries to
Sunday sundaes
memories drip into pools of
reflections
when raw was the best way to feel
I found solace in
the trappings of your web
as you pulled me in,
yet I was only let go;
a fly not fit for your feast
[loss tasted sweeter
than the other maggots in your web]
Entangled in your eyes
webs of memories were woven
into a singularity point
of life
but time is a line, not a circle
of rewound wounds and replaying memories
Actions and reactions still follow me
and I stumble on
the perfection that you were
yet trappings only hung me
in your eyes for a moment
I crumble and I break
twitching in this desolation
that divides us
In the Unreal City where
I dream in slow motion
I can only contemplate
what we were
Between life and misery
escapism was the moment
we fell apart
Dust to dust, from dust we were born
to dust we die to
and now all I have
is ash and withered rose leaves
burial's of the dead
We move into a greater intensity
of memories and seconds
spent staring at photo albums
when I reminisce of coming outs
and I love yous
and what we once were
Author notes
I had a really close friend named Clay (almost my boyfriend I guess) but we no longer talk. He was certainly a major influence on me and was one of the few people there for me when I was coming out. Yet, we no longer talk; and it's not a mutual "I don't want to talk to you" but a long, complicated story of him practically hating me now...
A contest entry
- Tri-prompt Series Quickie Contest #4 - Ends at Noon by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended August 13, 2007, 9 entries
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Comments
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"coming outs" can mean something..
Hrmm
Thanks -
"raw was the best way to feel" I like it, this implies all so many things at once. (=
Aw...)=...is so sad and melancholic. You have used the concept of web and entanglement tangibly well, and i like how it leads on to memories and time.
I would love to visit the Unreal city you so briefly draw upon to describe your state of existence. For i wonder what does it truly mean to dream n slow motion and playing out all the "if"s in Life.
I feel your sadness with the lost of Clay and I hope that your heart will reach out to him someday.
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What a beautiful and heartfelt piece. Filled with such strong emotion and imagery. You penned this with grace. Good luck to you in the contest.
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This is a dynamic pice of writing...you ahve used the prompts so smoothly no one would guess....could you please add the words to your author's notes as required?
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