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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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She smiles into a shadowy window pane, your walls are covered with distraction the shades are drawn, the room is dark and she has no place to draw attention no one object to focus on except, of course, you. The morning sun does not lend warmth she reaches for a blanket, for security afraid, so much, of falling away searches for comfort, in your voice stands suddenly, walks across the room puts on some music, you watch, you sing. There is a worn path in the carpet, from your bed to the door, through the living room, down the hallway, an escape route and she won't always need it. Over her shoulder she smiles at you you lean back on your elbows, laugh, your eyes beckon her to you, still afraid that she might run, she might leave you hold your breath until you see her take that step toward you. In the dark nothing is different, you still love her just the same her lips form the words, she sings along laughs, wraps your arms around her, snug her eyes are happy, slightly smiling and you know. The path is known and worn, someday she walks from your bed to the door, slowly, pushes it shut, she knows she won't always need it. [This message has been edited by Allysa (06-03-2004 08:04 AM).] |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
"an escape route and she won't always need it." This is wonderful writing, I just loved the passage that I have quoted from. Keep up the great writing.  Andrew |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
Thank you Zu. |
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