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The Watermelon Grass
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The Watermelon Grass |
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Samia Junior Member
since 2001-07-28
Posts 47Earth of corse! |
The Watermelon Grass I knew it then, and I try not to know it now, but it does. The watermelon grass grows thick in the backwoods of my life. In alternating greens and in deep shades of pink and red, the grass grows wild, and faries run through it. But I run from them, and I usually fall so I have to smell the red and sense the tang again and hear the fairies laugh quietly (at me?) where I leave grassy footprints messy, I know. To a place like none other, they take me. It smells smooth and sounds large and there are flashing brilliant colors, I am a bloodcell in a stream of bloodcells I can see the life tones of the skin! From the inside out bright but withering in the footfalls of the Sun, a giant orange looming on the horizon, pulp oozing out of every pore, flowing down my throat, is a burning stream of fire. The fairies drop my corpse. I rise and run again. Run from the Backwoods, and the grassy trails where fairies live. Only to find that I’ve fallen again into the wet familiar smell of the watermelon grass. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sounds like a heck of a dream! |
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Voiceless Senior Member
since 2001-02-19
Posts 686Under the stars upon the wind |
This was so interesting that i had to go back and read it twice.. Just to know what I thought.. I like it. Freedom is not Free (Korean War memorial) |
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Samia Junior Member
since 2001-07-28
Posts 47Earth of corse! |
Sunnnnnnshine! It wasn't a dream! But I guess it could have been. I wrote it when I was sitting in the kitchen looking at a watermelon. Voiceless - thank you for reading twice. I'm glad you found it interesting.  |
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