To see her is to breathe. Her smile fills my lungs with oxygen. Her eyes create the air, a soft, gentle breeze that pulls me towards dusk, and past another lonely day.
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All the signs and people say that she's to good for me. When she walks up to me, my brain yells so loud, I can't even hear her speak. "come on you fool, get real, she could never like an idiot like you, you babble and you sweat, your not smart enough, or good looking enough, just give it up you fucking loser"
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I remember in the third grade, when I put my tongue on the metal of the swing set, in the middle of winter and it stuck. She was the only one who didn't laugh or make fun of me, she ran and got a glass of warm water, and rescued me from my stupidity."I hope it doesn't hurt too bad, JD",
as she kissed my lips and ran away.
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She moved away that spring, without a mention or goodbye. Now she walks the halls of another school with a guy on each arm and her nose in the air, pretending she doesn't care about the simple things in life. But her smile still fills my lungs and her eyes still hold a flicker of who she once was, and who she will be again because the petals said that she loves me.
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Nice--that's the linked vignette thing working, creating a chain, giving us a lot in a very small space, leaving out inconsequentials, and ending with a strong emotional charge. Really, a very sharp close, sad, sweet.
ReplyDeleteThanks. i think I got a hang of Vignettes! YAY!
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