Sunday, April 17, 2011

unblock.

The sky was painted  a flat purple and I was eating strawberries.
The cherry bombs exploded, leaving behind firework-shaped redness in the sky. I blinked but the colors wouldn’t go away. They just hung there, suspended by invisible threads. I let them. Who was I to tell them to come down? They could take their own sweet time. They could take a hundred years and a day.
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How come I end up where I started?
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Drawing kittens on my toes
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Who is Katy?
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The winds were blowing really really really fast and I couldn’t hear myself think. All I could hear was whistling and whistling, wailing in my ears and my head was about to explode. It was about to explode and soon bits of brain and membrane and skull would come flying out.
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My shadow was dancing. It was whirling around like a dervish and I was standing there just staring at it, dumbstruck.
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The girl sang and her voice soared. It was flying, soaring like a seagull, now it was deep and low, like the purr of a wildcat. Now it was sweet, smooth as melted chocolate.
She had tears in her voice. I drowned myself in the tears.
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The man looked at me oddly, told me to sit down or he’d make me. I refused, I shook my head no, and he came forward threateningly. I stood my ground and then he struck me on the side of my head and the world swayed. Everything went black.
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Thunder rolled. (Inappropriate slaughter.)
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I could feel it in the air. Taste it in the water. It was despair, hopelessness written over each and every ascpect of their lives.
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The nauseating man was always talking, always talking. The mindless chatter flowed from his lips in ceaseless waves, the way sewage flowed into a river. It went over my head, whatever he said. I had trained myself to shut off my ears and mind whenever I was around him, to wear a mask of impassivity that betrayed none of the emotions inside of me. I watched his fat blubbery lips moving, I heard sounds coming out of them; and yet I understood nothing, comprehended nothing.
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The rainbows were melting and I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to taste them. But they forever stopped, stopped just short.
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Probably my favorite, they said, peering over the tops of their specs, looking importantly at the papers stacked in front of them. I shifted in my faux leather chair.
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Who is Katy?
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She died when I was still a whisper in the air, when the idea of me was floating around in his head, too small to be noticed, but there all the same.
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The videotape was running and it was making chokey noises too. Suddenly the VCR blew up and caught fire and then the whole television came up in flames. I screamed I don’t remember if I did.
Then I left. Floated away until I was only a memory.
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SILENCE!
I KEEL YOU!
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She stared and stared and stared and nothing happened. She stared and stared and stared and nothing happened.
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It sounds like memories.
It sounds like dreams that someone dared to dream. It sounds like sorrow, and it sounds like cold, cold, despair. Like the tiniest of sighs escaping someone’s mouth, like the taste of having belonged.

5 comments:

  1. very cool. a bit sad, but cool nevertheless.
    the first part about the colours reminded me of something i had read in Insomnia by Stephen King. auras.

    you iz naice writer.

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  2. "shit that no one will read"?
    You got another think coming up your way, my girl.

    This post made me happy. Especially the words "like the taste of having belonged." because I love tasting things and I love belonging.

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  3. Ooo, this reminds me of someone I know.

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  4. *Knock knock.*
    Where are you???

    Post more often..:P

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  5. @Furree: Thank you. You iz naice writer too.

    @TGWTBE: Thanks for the encouragement :D

    @Philophobic: Does it, now?

    @HBL: Been busy :(

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