one
-thing is that she doesnt
know where the sun starts
rising on the horizon, to
the left or to the right
of insanity. how many hail
mary's will it take for
her to find out what
her fingers feel like?
two
-mornings later, she
wakes to breathe in the
smell of early morning
coffee, sheets and shivers.
she doesnt want to know
why she's still doing
this.
three
-minutes pass and she still
wonders, like she has since
she was a little girl, if
her coffee cup is made of
porcelain or plastic. she
taps her punchdrunk purple
fingernails on the edges
and sips to see if it helps
her smile.
four
-towels are sitting by the
shower as she steps out,
dripping and she sees the
saturn-eyed smile of
dissatisfaction staring
back at her in the mirror.
she wonders why she bothers
to stay wrapped in his
fingers when they feel
like lead.
five
-fingers on her left hand are
currently unoccupied by a
ring, but he's looking to fix
that. she sat up all last night
staring at the mountains
who were sleeping on the curve
of the road, and she wondered
why she never wanted to stay
in one place, like they did.
she's the china doll catastophe
sitting on his shelf, with a
painted on expression of
cautious disbelief.
six
-steps up the stairs and she
can see him still sleeping in
bed, with the blinds open.
light squeezes through the cracks
under the windowsill to fall
on his eyes. they're gold
when they're open, but silent
in the dark; she wants a way to
tell him like a child that she
will not be making him breakfast
this morning, but she cant breathe
anyways.
seven
-am comes early for her, and
for the first time since childhood
she wishes god was friendly
to her. she slides her fingers
along the windowsill, longing,
just once, to jump out and
float down into the gutter
on her own. and now she asks
herself one last time how many
days she will live until she
breaks open onto the counter
like her mother did.
Author notes
Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes." -Oscar Wilde
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not personal.
A contest entry
- 20 Titles and Quotes by Travel Notes.
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Comments
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"she doesnt
know where the sun starts
rising on the horizon, to
the left or to the right
of insanity"
Excellent start, and the poem just got better from there.
Well deserving of the win
Shelly
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I love one and two
The whole thing is beautiful.
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A very sad and moving story. I can't believe it isn't personal because the words sound so genuine. I have a sneaky suspicion that you used a couple of the other prompts in here as well. Beautifully written. Thank you for your lovely words.
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Haha, the seven beads thing was what I was going to do originally. But someone else took it, so I grabbed the experience thing, and thought that sometimes, people blame their mistakes and wanting to stay somewhere they dont love because they think they have all the age and experience to do that. And she feels obligated to stay. So.. yeah. c:
Thanks for the comment. c:
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Ha, I feel special for having been involved in the great creation. Sort of. Not really. But let me pretend, dearest.
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for this not being personal, it sounded extreamly personal.
you never, ever cease to amaze me.
'taps her punchdrunk purple
fingernails on the edges'
i love that line.
it just sticks out...
i hope you're okay.
i hope i'm okay.
C:
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thanks.
i think i like five the best.
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