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16 moths
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16 moths |
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LaGraceLa Member
since 2011-01-30
Posts 243Minnesota, USA |
Sitting in my car, watching the world fly by, I catch myself thinking of you. As the pointed tops of pine trees flash past I remember the feeling of being in your arms, safe and warm, protected from the world's evils while you show me all the beauty it has to offer. And as the woods clear for a moment, revealing a circular space of water that reflects the dull purple sky, I find myself recalling how you laugh. The spark in your eyes as your shoulders bounce, lips happily pulled back over straight white teeth, the sound calming, making me forget all my problems. As I pass a perfectly lined field I watch a deer walk slowly, head down and mouth undoubtedly filled with corn plants, its body appearing almost red in contrast to the shocking green of new sprouts in the setting sun. I smile as I think of how many times I playfully told you to go away, my small hands on your chest only half attempting to push you back as you laughed and told me that I was your favorite. The white of the birch tree stands tall and proud against the dark green, a testimony that only becomes stronger with age for the weathered dead birch trees glow, their luminescent white burning everlastingly. The sun sinks lower still, the clouds transforming into large, dark shadows as my car bumps over a bridge, the murky water of the river rolling on uncaringly. I try to focus on how many moths fly into the light of the headlights. I count to sixteen before I stumble upon the memory of us swinging. How the chains creaked and whined as our legs pumped methodically in attempt to get us higher into the sky. With a sigh I flick on my blinker despite the obviously empty road and roll to a stop on the side of a hill. Pushing open the car door I step out into the clear air, the ferns surrounding the road dancing in the calm wind. I take a deep breath and look out over the endless lines of trees, the river I just passed over snaking its way through the forest. I lower myself down and sit on the grass, knees pulled to my chest in effort to block out the cold entering in my heart. "I miss you." I admit to the coming night. I hate the tears rising up. Blinking furiously I glare up into the sky, trying to quell the inevitable onset of tears. The stars burn holes into the dark violet sky as the night falls, casting silence to the earth. Fighting my emotions once again I try to only think of the air rushing in and out of my lungs. But all I can think about is you. And I only want to think about the good that was you. Reluctantly I bring up the memory of your powerful arms holding me back, forcing me down while I tell myself it's normal. A bird calls in the distance as the wind falls, the entire world made still. I rest my chin on my knees and cover my ears, trying to rid myself of your voice as it screams at me, your eyes flashing and fists clenching as you shout, telling me I'm stupid, worthless, a w*h*o*r*e Next to me a firefly flashes hopefully, its wings carrying it past my reddened face. Tears fall faster as I remember my little hands on your chest, begging you to go away as you laugh and tell me that I'm dead. I hear a distant humming and turn around to watch the headlights of an oncoming car grow closer only to whiz past me, causing the dead leafs on the side of the road to twirl and dance, the red taillights fading away into the cover of the trees. I think back to today, to the memory of us fighting. How you screamed and cursed as your fists carried out threats in attempt to finally kill me. With a sigh I stand up and brush the dirt off my pants, my headlights flashing as I press the unlock button and slide back into my car. I twist the keys and the car rumbles reluctantly to life and I am filled with a new determination. My arm cranks down the window to allow in new air blowing in from the earth. I wipe the tears from my bruised eyes and feel the freedom entering my heart. "I hate you." I declare calmly. |
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LivingConfused Junior Member
since 2009-12-27
Posts 40 |
WOW, this went in a direction I did not expect. A good and emotional read. I like the contrasting similarity between these two lines: I smile as I think of how many times I playfully told you to go away, my small hands on your chest only half attempting to push you back as you laughed and told me that I was your favorite. Tears fall faster as I remember my little hands on your chest, begging you to go away as you laugh and tell me that I'm dead. |
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LaGraceLa Member
since 2011-01-30
Posts 243Minnesota, USA |
Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it  |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
the scenery was so easy to visualize...watching the story unfold, it is so well painted. The painful sentiment made bittersweet against a beautiful backdrop. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
A bittersweet story with a sense of relief for the reader as you ended it perfectly. |
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LaGraceLa Member
since 2011-01-30
Posts 243Minnesota, USA |
Thank you, I am glad you liked it and happy that you took the time to comment. |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
OMG! this one is the best of the 3...A+! |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
Sarah, just finished reading more of your "stuff"...interesting dabble into erotica, might even be coined your "pre-shades of grey" period...humm, make sure your feet stay firmly planted on the ground...don't get lost. Also, found the piece on "the bully" interesting...shows a lot of compassion. You are an articulately wise individual and I have enjoyed reading your work...good writing and hope you have a wonderful writing future. |
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