I wrote this for my Literary Fiction Workshop. It needs plenty of revision.

The cumin hisses and the mustard pops,
as drops of oil jump up and fall back down
to sizzle in the pan.

Jump away before the
droplets hit.

Hiss-too late.

Toss in the onions.

Again, the sizzle,
and then,
the hiss,
due to stirring.

The shhh-thunk of the knife as
the potatoes split ( Read more... )

We should have looked
before we burned that bridge,
because we're falling.

We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling.

The burning bridge recedes
as we descend
towards the ground.

We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling.

The sky's above us,
the ground below.
We're falling
faster.

We're falling down.
We ( Read more... )

This is meant to be a song. I might sing it and post it sometime. Lj messed up the formatting again, sorry about that.

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For once, Lj's format works with me...kind of.

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I wrote this in a minute, so that's why it seems rushed. I felt like posting something on here that wasn't fanfic, so here you go.

There are
secrets hidden in words.

They lie
there, in the pages of the old book

kept in
the dresser drawer. Tomorrow,

she will
take it out and rip the pages.

Then she
will gather up the scraps

and
let them burn.