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Jan 17, 2005 22:33

I look into her eyes and a portal opens up. I can see each spoiled memory, each fogotten chance. Her eyes, a brilliant blue, hint of happiness found somewhere along the way. But her pupil is as black as pitch and the pain is reflected with one last kiss. Her eyes are a pathway, a story, a dream, but the same exact story has already been told. The ending is always the same. Her eyes are fading quickly, I can see the light. She's a princess in a castle with no one left to fight. As her world closes up I can no more see the child that used to lay within her before she learned to weep.

She lives beneath the puddles and glances through the crystalline glaze. Her tiny scarred hands, how gracefully they float, swim to the surface to let her fingertips peek out from the swirls of gray and blue-green. A little girl at heart, she swims for hours until her fingers soak up the murky water and her body juts above the waterline. Goosebumps from the sudden chill look like mountains stretched along her skin. Raindrops fall on her baby fat cheeks and she stretches her arms out to catch all the falling drops to warm her rubber skin. The rain continues to fall until the puddle becomes the maiden's sea again. The girl can once again swim and float beneath a shield of protection from all the pain and chaos. But chaos breaks her shield after the sun warms the pavement and mothers tuck their children into rain boots. Giggles and footsteps break her harmony below the earth. She waits in fear of destruction of her underworld paradise. SPLASH! Her world is scattered in the gutter of a street riddled with potholes.

They're really old and all about Stevie but I have been thinking about her a lot all day. I am fucked up.
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