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Author Name: Freeborderline_mary 4 Comments
Date Added: August 19, 2013 19:08:09 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Wait

Every moment in her life had an ending
she could feel.
Her skin would tighten around the bones;
the moisture of her lips would sour
with a sense of irrevocable loss.
She hated the memory
the familiarity of that memory
layering on itself as the ending
of another breath encroached. She hated the loss
of control that made her feel
smaller. A vast, sour
bitterness crawled the length of her lightest bones.
She was only skin and bones
alreadyevery mocking memory
made bile rise high and sour
in her fractured mindevery ending
ended her. Some days it was all she could feel
until each second's loss
seemed the very last loss
she could bear before her bones
broke apart. It was all she wanted to feel;
she could suffer the weight of one memory
only. Perhaps when her life was ending
she might no longer drown in fury gone sour
from years of stifling, sour
with age and hatred and longing and loss.
Perhaps then she could fashion her own ending
from her own bones.
But she had no memory
of her own, and nothing else she knew how to feel.
To feel
was her revenge, however sour
the leavings of others' memory
might be, however much loss
must be etched in her molecules. The bones
of her dead dreams would hold not her ending,
but theirs. Such a satisfying ending
it would be... sour and stale as the marrow of old bones
that feel no loss anymore, and have no memory.

Author's Notes:
Sestina.  Goes with 'Acceptance.'  I think I'm kind of doing these as a set?  There may be more.  I'm not entirely certain what my brain wants here.
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Comment By: FreeTimespell on September 17, 2013 06:31:23 PM Report

And you know it....








Comment By: FreeTomahawk on August 20, 2013 02:07:49 PM Report

Descriptive and realistic, a few run on's and ellipses, but overall well done.



Comment By: FreeRymeintime on August 20, 2013 03:27:30 AM Report

This was a depressive write indeed, left me feeling a little blank.

Despite this it is a very good write.

Comment By: Freeleahlopez on August 19, 2013 08:12:24 PM Report

Powerful write indeed Jessica, keep it up! 




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