"You are so small, dont get lost"
Lets play a game. One where I can pretend this isnt my life, and not my problem to deal with. A game where this is all a story, one which is simple enough to close the book and be done with.
Monsters are drawn to the city,
the bright lights...crowds of people..
This monster not green or blue
also goes by the name 'The man with the heavy hands.'
This so called 'man' would take the little girl to the city.
Go in and out of strange places and
she would often get lost in the crowds.
He went to get coffee
and he also bought cigarettes,
which is odd
because neither of them smoked.
He began to compuslively hold her hand
to keep her from being consumed by crowds of busy people.
They stopped in the park
sat on a bench.
The silence grew to awkward conversation,
and the conversation in itself grew angry.
She returned home crying
with her bittersweet love for the train stations
because the people there are so blind,
they turn their heads,
and they never really care what you are doing.
"This is what happens,
this is what happens to little girls like you"
Monsters are drawn to the city,
the bright lights...crowds of people..
This monster not green or blue
also goes by the name 'The man with the heavy hands.'
This so called 'man' would take the little girl to the city.
Go in and out of strange places and
she would often get lost in the crowds.
He went to get coffee
and he also bought cigarettes,
which is odd
because neither of them smoked.
He began to compuslively hold her hand
to keep her from being consumed by crowds of busy people.
They stopped in the park
sat on a bench.
The silence grew to awkward conversation,
and the conversation in itself grew angry.
She returned home crying
with her bittersweet love for the train stations
because the people there are so blind,
they turn their heads,
and they never really care what you are doing.
"This is what happens,
this is what happens to little girls like you"
posted by Ischelle at 29.7.06
3 Comments:
though there are secrets to its imagery the dark beauty is painfully obvious. For much too subjective a reason i find the cigarette stanza so beautiful.. it is smoldering away in my memory of this thing you have written. I want to talk of it forever...
and the subway aspect.. time has its green room there. ischelle one day you will write something so sharp and vicious that it will halve the whole truth even..
i hate this world.
The words you share are soul-wrenching to me. It is difficult for me to read what you write sometimes...but I'm glad you do the writing and I do the reading. Thanks for having the courage to share with us.
I like this line
He began to compuslively hold her hand
to keep her from being consumed by crowds of busy people
And the last line was brillant. Loved it.
As always your words linger long after I have finished reading them.
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