throw this bottle back into the ocean.

Aug 12, 2004 22:45

frustration curdles the blood. heavy steps of a trembling man ward away the disgusted flattery of evil step-sisters. how is it he can be stepping so far out of line? the bucket from his hand he now wears on his head; the broom from his corner he now arms; the rags from his back now thrown at the children; the breadcrumbs long gone over his shoulder with the ex-girlfriend and the drowning horses.

naked babies snort back defiantly. one phone call. fingers press the numbers, desperate for the safest place they can find. scrambling through the digits, careful not to falter. she hangs up. again. again. love me. again. she answers. can't find the words to tell her... she's disgusted. in this on your own. just thismorning, didn't need her. dependant. rejected. need. pathetic.

screaming. sirens. silence. gliding from pen to pad his worn hands so brutally graceful. this, then that. lies. walkie talkie interupts, terror on the intercom. miss being young. pleading with him, they will believe her. i hit her? she never said a word? it was voices i was hearing? i threw things... but at her? fighting through the shattered glass you will find a mouse hole in the wall. run inside and hide. come out in the morning and chase the fishies far away.
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