She Was Not Impressed, Cause I Cured Her On The Sabbath
~*~ Impossible to articulate how this feels, how it wriggles and twists, ebbs and flows in a constant state of unrest. Calmly crashing into endless analogies of times past, while summer skin burns in memories of street lights reflecting off rain dampened parking lots.
~*~ Can't close the door with all these familiarities in the way, can't open it wide with all those assumptions lurking under the hydrangeas. It's hot and it's cold, lukewarm All Temperature Cheer with Bleach Alternative that smells like what they were told sunshine feels like.
~*~ Words are redundant, said a million times already in a thousand different ways. Want, sting, hunger, overlooked and I hold no value to you anymore. Lost, free, changed, distant, and you bring no mysteries to my waiting hands. I hold them palm up and they are speckled from dehydration, yet you take no notice and offer no fluids other than the lime flavored Kool-Aid which you know I hate.
~*~ When did it disappear? Under the amber lights when I left without meeting your eyes, without saying good night, without buying you a drink. That's when it happened, when we each molted the skin the other had touched, watched it disintegrate into ash, new shoes and sparkly trinkets in your one hand, the other hand bound behind her back. I don't ever call you on it.
~*~ If I were feline I would roll in the dust until you couldn't see me anymore. I would lay in the sun with sticks in my fur, claws digging into the grass, and I would ignore you as you passed by with your empty words and shallow world views.
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~*~ Can't close the door with all these familiarities in the way, can't open it wide with all those assumptions lurking under the hydrangeas. It's hot and it's cold, lukewarm All Temperature Cheer with Bleach Alternative that smells like what they were told sunshine feels like.
~*~ Words are redundant, said a million times already in a thousand different ways. Want, sting, hunger, overlooked and I hold no value to you anymore. Lost, free, changed, distant, and you bring no mysteries to my waiting hands. I hold them palm up and they are speckled from dehydration, yet you take no notice and offer no fluids other than the lime flavored Kool-Aid which you know I hate.
~*~ When did it disappear? Under the amber lights when I left without meeting your eyes, without saying good night, without buying you a drink. That's when it happened, when we each molted the skin the other had touched, watched it disintegrate into ash, new shoes and sparkly trinkets in your one hand, the other hand bound behind her back. I don't ever call you on it.
~*~ If I were feline I would roll in the dust until you couldn't see me anymore. I would lay in the sun with sticks in my fur, claws digging into the grass, and I would ignore you as you passed by with your empty words and shallow world views.
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