kaseynicki
Everything comes to a complete stop
As she stares into the middle distance
There is nothing in the silence
and she can't see tomorrow
She wishes that everything could be easy
but it's not
The sun sets below the horizon.
She doesn't want to wake up in the morning.
As a child, i would work to grind rocks into dust against the pavement. There was just something about the feeling of it that fascinated me. I would spend hours crushing rocks into dust just to see how much I could make the pile grow.
Dusk has always reminded me of the end. The end of the day, the end of a life. The end of our world. But dusk falls everyday, like clockwork. It's not ending. It's not changing.
It's all just in my mind.
March 24th, 2010.
You showed up.
Your wrists were cut.
There was blood on my front porch.
And on my hands.
You were crying.
And i didn't know what to do.
So I just let you cry
And I cleaned your cuts.
And you stayed for dinner.
And you smiled at everybody.
Did I save your life that day?
Car rides.
A panorama of lights and sounds.
Life
Passing by too quickly
But we sit still inside.
And only she knows they're there
You can only hide them so well,
Each incision you made to drain out the pain
You've been wearing sleeves for years
To keep it all out of sight.
But she knows they're there
And she's willing to save you.
Just let her.
They told her she was cursed. They told her to visit the temple to undo what has been done to her family. She hides away on the plane, because she had no money to buy the ticket to fly over seas. She is determined to fix this mess.
You walk around with your nose in the air, thinking that you're better than us. You pretend that your opinion is the only one that matters. I'm tired of listening to you tell me that everything I do is wrong. I'm tired of hearing you say the words "I'm better than her" everytime you see a girl you don't like, especially when you say that about my best friend and expect me to agree with you. I don't want you in my life, because GUESS WHAT, PRINCESS?
NOBODY IS BETTER THAN ANYBODY.
And there she stood, in my doorway, dressed in a red gown. Her dark brown hair had been pinned up in an intricate fashion. She wore no make-up, but that's okay. She doesn't need it. She's beautuful just the way she is. We both smile.
"Are you ready to leave?" I asked, straightening out my own black gown.
"Yes," she said. "I hope your prom is better than the one my school had."
I take her hand and we walk out the door.
The soft moonlight is beckoning for her to move forward, down the vacant midnight streets. The hot summer air sticks to her skin, but she couldn't care less. She just needs out. Out of that house. Out of the way. Out of her life. Out of her mind. She needs out.
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