Nov 21, 2007 01:30
the young and the lifeless
her legs loathe her at the moment
resentful for pushing them this far
her mind is on another frequency
while her legs frantically yell
into the wrong channel
JESUS CHRIST
STOP AND REST
her lungs take heavy, short breaths
like they live with a domestic abuser
trying to even out inhales
failing miserably every time
her chest cavity is on the verge
of an implosion
but her lungs still go on
like two crazed cokeheads
her mind is a broken vinyl
tripping over the gashes in the grooves
playing over and over and over
the image of her friend in the casket
dead before 21
just like everything else
she gets caught up in the road
stumbling and going down
the sound her faces makes
as it collides with the ashpalt
is not enough to drown out
the sound of her dead friend's laughter
it hasn't stopped for days.