We don't say anything anymore.
Today, you ran your sugar brown eyes over my face like you think you're washing away, like you're trying to grab onto the lines on my face to save yourself. You don't have anything to hold though.
(Speak up, potential prodigy, we can't hear you from way back there. What's that, you need to say something?
No more trying to catch my eye.)
I smooth away my skin and open my eyes just a little bit wider.
Flatten my stomach like iron.
Careful smile, careful laugh.
Look the other way, straight over your head.
Featherfingers, don't you dare look my way. Don't try to grab onto my hands and hold, tell me the moon is shaped like an angel's wings.
It's taken me this long to realize that I will disappear into the folds of my satin bedsheets,
and you will never regret it.
Like you said, broken lover-boy, uncertain drummer-boy, you don't need anyone right now. And I am not the soft-skinned Christmas-whore you always thought I could be for you. You fell in love with her, and like you said, child-eyes, I'm not her anymore.
I won't do anything anymore.
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done.
A contest entry
- short prose. ii. by iverbthenoun.
300 points, ended August 30, 2008, 7 entries
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i loved the way you wrote the ending. this is sooo f'ing sad... umm... yeah and very well done. thanks for your entry
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It's gorgeous. I'm with Suna.
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i can't tell if this is closure or not. i can only hope.
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i dont know.
i'm trying to shut down.
so he doesn't tell me anything that hurts anymore. -
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you don't have to shut down. it's okay to hurt, you know. :|
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