inside my head
her laugh still rings inside my head
her freckles
the green flecks in her eyes
her voice telling me she'll always love me
her hair when it was long and soft
and when it was short and prickly
and growing out over and over
things she told me ring inside my head
like, do it anyway
and life isn't fair
and all of the things she said that made her her
and made her stay with us
so many years after they said
she would go any time
images of her replay inside my head
the last seconds of her in that hospital bed
her fingers turning blue
the rattle of death
wet eyelashes and dry lips
and the dream I had that morning
where her smile was big and hair was blowing
and each freckle stood out with impossible clarity
last words from her live in my head
haunting me because i didn't always know what she said
her sad look when I didn't understand
over and over she tried
until she knew there was no use
the garbled words come back in nightmares
begging me to understand
thoughts of her thrive in my head
from perfect moments to perfect dread
sparkling Christmas moments mixed
with screaming, sobbing, searing sadness
all as clear as an imax movie
with 3d glasses
always thunderingly loud and 8 stories tall
her freckles
the green flecks in her eyes
her voice telling me she'll always love me
her hair when it was long and soft
and when it was short and prickly
and growing out over and over
things she told me ring inside my head
like, do it anyway
and life isn't fair
and all of the things she said that made her her
and made her stay with us
so many years after they said
she would go any time
images of her replay inside my head
the last seconds of her in that hospital bed
her fingers turning blue
the rattle of death
wet eyelashes and dry lips
and the dream I had that morning
where her smile was big and hair was blowing
and each freckle stood out with impossible clarity
last words from her live in my head
haunting me because i didn't always know what she said
her sad look when I didn't understand
over and over she tried
until she knew there was no use
the garbled words come back in nightmares
begging me to understand
thoughts of her thrive in my head
from perfect moments to perfect dread
sparkling Christmas moments mixed
with screaming, sobbing, searing sadness
all as clear as an imax movie
with 3d glasses
always thunderingly loud and 8 stories tall
posted by Kari at
3:43 PM
2 Comments:
Do you have any short stories online? If you haven't written any, I recommend it. I know, I know, how can anyone write anything longer than a couple pages, what can you say in regular sentences, etc. But maybe just a four-page highly poetic story that gives your detailed images and impressions a compelling focus along with their own world.
writing is like adding water to something that is too overwhelmingly too sour and strong to taste. it makes things less concentrated , everything is still there but it easier to swallow fowl mixture. you shouldn't have to consume something so horrible ...
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