"the weirdest thing"

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

a glimpse

you peel back the covers
quite viciously too
trying not to care
not to let it get to you
and your heart just falls down one of the stairs
or hangs suspended mid-fall in the air
and this is what you see:
(what do you see?)
there’s a girl (there she is)
folded up neatly on the bed
as neat as a present
wrapt up in a million layers
that are crying out for a single key to unlock her soul
open her up as a gift to the world
but for this moment she is paralysed
yet swimming in a salty sea of so many troubles
trying to stay afloat
she is cloaked in a blanket of darkness
it keeps her warm (but she’s so cold)
she’s holding on to her heart
listening so deeply to the noises that escape her
the gaspy breaths and silent squeaks
there’s blotches on her face
nothing is as neat as it seems
the mess may be hidden but still it is there
all around
she knows you are there
can feel your presence
but she does not move
she can not move
still
you’re in denial so you say your words
loud and strong they slice the air
as effortless and controlled as ever
she shakes a little and tries to speak
each word is another doleful creak
you don’t want to play the card of sympathy
just yet
no matter how much of a wreck
she is
you walk out of the room
leaving her
door open
leaving her
open

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