Tidal waves.We are alone here in this valley near the sea
and it is almost dark and almost quiet, but I
can hear someone crying just a few rooms away.
She is not so hawk-eyed, not so frighteningly
sharp and I am afraid to make her cry, so I lie,
I lie. She is a small bird with too-high heels
and a nervous laugh; her wings tucked loosely
beside her like the bags beneath her eyes. She
wears too much make-up, but sometimes that's okay.
She compares me to her children and tells me I'm
so bright, but I am greasy hair and yesterday's
makeup, ragged nails gripping the seams in her
worn couch. She is innocent and I am too high
to function, but not high enough to swim.
She thinks that she can save me, you know, so I
tell her of tsunamis, of rising tides, of the
dark flood that hides away until it can drown me
from inside. She says empty overused phrases like
the boy who says he loves me, but really only wants
something to say. It's okay, I'm not looking for an
answer anymore. "Sounds like you have some iss
I like characters. They let use see the world through their eyes and we empathize with them.
Don't forget to be AWESOME
Current Residence: Iowa,
deviantWEAR sizing preference: small,
Print preference: sandscript?,
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Favourite photographer: Kristine Weaver,
Favourite style of art: noir,
Operating System: windows 7,
MP3 player of choice: zune,
Shell of choice: turtle,
Wallpaper of choice: emrald,
Skin of choice: kinda pale,
Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck,
Personal Quote: Don't dismiss your feelings. Try to dwell on them for at least ten seconds.
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