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fc Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 130 |
she slumped in the comfy rocking chair with the remote in one hand and a bag of chips in the other and restlessly flipped through fifty channels, times three, her fingers still searching for a reason to want to… a fruitless day, now ended in stillness but her mind rested not. she had gone for a walk and looked to the blue, the brown and to the green, but turning back to the safety of four walls, she knew her want to was nowhere out there. but still she needed a reason tomorrows seem to come much too soon, so she opened the cookie cabinet but quickly shut the door, she knew no amount of sweetness would loose this dull ache. she turned her room upside down, her purse too, what is it they say? try to remember when you had it last… it had to be here somewhere but try as she might she couldn't remember when she last wanted to. she passed her reflection in the mirror and saw the messy hair she must have forgotten she owned, the smeared reddened eyes that surely belonged to some other wretched soul and puzzled the image but something slipped as she fought to regain control... what was it she had been looking for? a shudder rifled her entire length and she felt just one little bit more less than herself she tightened her grip on the remote and tried to put the questions out of her mind she started through the channels now fifty, times four and popped a chip in her mouth and sighed… no one could eat just one |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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Sounds like restless frustration! I've had a few nights like that! Very few, fortunately! Great poem, FC!! Denise |
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