Braille‘The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. How I would like to believe in tenderness’ - Sylvia Plath, The Moon and the Yew TreeBraille
The numbness is catching. I have been walking in a cold shadow all day. And now, seated next to my mother, I do not feel a change. The Home’s fluorescent lights emit no warmth, and if they did the anaesthetised patients would absorb none of it. She looks at me with tenderness, because she has forgotten who we are.
‘You look about my daughte
moth-eaten curtainsI sit on the carpet where gaps are filled with chewing gum and dead spiders,moth-eaten curtains
it's here, time, I tell her everything; use the words that are scribbled on the paper with bright pink ruled lines and no margins kept in a shoebox beneath my bed.
The curtains were moth-eaten.
Damp marks left from leaks swirl shapes on the ceiling and the wall behind me, smelling like clothes
that have flapped in the rain and fallen in a pile, then worn too many times;
in here, this time, the whole building appears abandoned,
HeliosHow gracefully you swing across the skyHelios
Slung across the shoulders of the Earth
I watch you with an ever-burning eye
Selene, entranced by cycle of rebirth
I question why you do not look toward me
Why am I not the center of your reel?
Nine other bodies circle loyally
Yet only pull of Earth you seem to feel.
Why do you not love fellow earthlight kin?
My praise upon your beauty wins you none
Pale bright goddess ever gazing in
Toward no other than Endymion.
When I approach, you pull back in distress
You hide behind the earth as if afraid
How can my &
by ~YourEndlessDream
| I've been through shit. Maybe no more then you or anyone else. But its more then i want. I know its not over yet. But ill keep holding on. Ive seen parents divorce, people die, best friends fall apart over a boy, and love fade away. Anger become pain, tears become fears, and lies become truths. And thats all there is to it. |
Job three here i come?
Stumped
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