Swollen
Besides Sundays, something else I dislike is my violent, non thinking side.
In a matter of seconds, A.G's arm was bleeding. He grabbed onto my right arm then, and tried to do the same. He has no nails. Still, he tore open a small wound where they get blood out of you for blood tests. I get paranoid about veins. And that felt just like a needle. It still stings a little.
I didn't cry though. Until last night before going to bed. It was only a 3 minute cry. My eyes get swollen usually when I've cried for an hour or more. My head rested on the pillow already when I felt as a small fingernail scrapped my pupil. A tremendous itch took over and I rubbed my eye, then fell asleep.
I dreamt after dream, after dream. I kissed you for a long, long time. All of a sudden we argued and I walked away. I got to a church and looked for the priest. I wore a long, blue dress with paghetti straps.
The priest was fixing up some curtains and I told him in a very low voice that I needed to confess myself. Without looking at me at first, he replied: Can't you see I'm busy? Talk. Tell me your sins.
Some of his helpers were there, helping him with the rest of the curtains. They were very young boys and kept giggling about nothing. I said I wouldn't tell the world my secrets. The priest turned around and told me to step closer. By pulling a piece of string he made the curtains encircle us. "Tell me your sins".
I told him I wasn't being honest enough and that I was desperate to be by his side instead of being miles away. I told him other things that I can't remember. The priest asked me to follow. We got to this very old house, where more than 8 people lived.
They were very poor and had too many babies. The priest made his way to the small kitchen and begin to cuss. I gasped and so did a little girl whom I didn't notice at first. She was behind me, holding a dirty stuffed animal. The little girl now held onto my dress and looked up at me with her huge green eyes. I lifted her up, as she wrapped her tiny arms around my neck. I asked the priest to stop cursing in front of the small child. Once again, without turning around, still searching for food, he told me to be quiet and that I cursed too much as well. I walked off, finding a room where I put the girl to sleep.
I walked around some more, gettng lost. The house was enormous. I got to the back yard. There were a couple of white women holding two babies at a time. Around them were drunken young men, laughing for no reason. The older children chased one another, falling. I stepped down from the door , and noticed that it was snowing. I smiled and ran to the older children yelling that it was snowing.
It's snowing! Esta nevando! Strange glaces were thrown at me, followed by nasty comments. You're crazy. It's not snowing. They're flowers. It's raining flowers. Take a closer look.
I slowly looked up and reached for the flowers I thought to be snow. They were right. Dandelions all around. Disappointed, I stepped back inside, looking for the main entrance. Passed the kitchen, saw the priest pigging out, mumbling good bye.
I finally got to the door that lead outside. I was desperate to get out. Quickly I opened the door only to find out it lead to you all along.
In a matter of seconds, A.G's arm was bleeding. He grabbed onto my right arm then, and tried to do the same. He has no nails. Still, he tore open a small wound where they get blood out of you for blood tests. I get paranoid about veins. And that felt just like a needle. It still stings a little.
I didn't cry though. Until last night before going to bed. It was only a 3 minute cry. My eyes get swollen usually when I've cried for an hour or more. My head rested on the pillow already when I felt as a small fingernail scrapped my pupil. A tremendous itch took over and I rubbed my eye, then fell asleep.
I dreamt after dream, after dream. I kissed you for a long, long time. All of a sudden we argued and I walked away. I got to a church and looked for the priest. I wore a long, blue dress with paghetti straps.
The priest was fixing up some curtains and I told him in a very low voice that I needed to confess myself. Without looking at me at first, he replied: Can't you see I'm busy? Talk. Tell me your sins.
Some of his helpers were there, helping him with the rest of the curtains. They were very young boys and kept giggling about nothing. I said I wouldn't tell the world my secrets. The priest turned around and told me to step closer. By pulling a piece of string he made the curtains encircle us. "Tell me your sins".
I told him I wasn't being honest enough and that I was desperate to be by his side instead of being miles away. I told him other things that I can't remember. The priest asked me to follow. We got to this very old house, where more than 8 people lived.
They were very poor and had too many babies. The priest made his way to the small kitchen and begin to cuss. I gasped and so did a little girl whom I didn't notice at first. She was behind me, holding a dirty stuffed animal. The little girl now held onto my dress and looked up at me with her huge green eyes. I lifted her up, as she wrapped her tiny arms around my neck. I asked the priest to stop cursing in front of the small child. Once again, without turning around, still searching for food, he told me to be quiet and that I cursed too much as well. I walked off, finding a room where I put the girl to sleep.
I walked around some more, gettng lost. The house was enormous. I got to the back yard. There were a couple of white women holding two babies at a time. Around them were drunken young men, laughing for no reason. The older children chased one another, falling. I stepped down from the door , and noticed that it was snowing. I smiled and ran to the older children yelling that it was snowing.
It's snowing! Esta nevando! Strange glaces were thrown at me, followed by nasty comments. You're crazy. It's not snowing. They're flowers. It's raining flowers. Take a closer look.
I slowly looked up and reached for the flowers I thought to be snow. They were right. Dandelions all around. Disappointed, I stepped back inside, looking for the main entrance. Passed the kitchen, saw the priest pigging out, mumbling good bye.
I finally got to the door that lead outside. I was desperate to get out. Quickly I opened the door only to find out it lead to you all along.