Array ( [sid] => 121116 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Aluminum skies [time] => 2006-06-01 13:11:40 [hometext] => n/a always, abraham [bodytext] => Aluminum skies shift treacherously; a small and shoddy star tumbles lifelessly; the horizon swallows the moon, and our faces bear the pain. Mesh wire windows clutter my reflection; a haggard king born a peasant hand and tears to mount the sun, a blue-eyed shadow skirting the mountains of his own soul; lost in the hollow beckoning of her voice sounding down the hall.

Ignore the screams.

I wait, stand lithely at the window, am consumed by fear, am bone dry waiting for the comforts of the rain.
Her screams are clawing at my eyes, but I am strong; I am cement strong sipping up the sun; I am iron and steel, the first aluminum sky, sipping a cup of coffee to kill my sleep.

“Soon now,” The Dr said, a bespectacled and mousy woman, shifting the sands of her hair with a trembling, cautious hand. “It’ll be soon now, there’s nothing we can do.”

The window slipped down around my hands, the rain collapsed the coming day, and I saw the sun.
I saw the sun, and the screaming finally stopped.
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Aluminum skies
Date: Thursday, 1st June 2006 @ 01:11:40 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: iodinelove
Aluminum skies shift treacherously; a small and shoddy star tumbles lifelessly; the horizon swallows the moon, and our faces bear the pain. Mesh wire windows clutter my reflection; a haggard king born a peasant hand and tears to mount the sun, a blue-eyed shadow skirting the mountains of his own soul; lost in the hollow beckoning of her voice sounding down the hall.

Ignore the screams.

I wait, stand lithely at the window, am consumed by fear, am bone dry waiting for the comforts of the rain.
Her screams are clawing at my eyes, but I am strong; I am cement strong sipping up the sun; I am iron and steel, the first aluminum sky, sipping a cup of coffee to kill my sleep.

“Soon now,” The Dr said, a bespectacled and mousy woman, shifting the sands of her hair with a trembling, cautious hand. “It’ll be soon now, there’s nothing we can do.”

The window slipped down around my hands, the rain collapsed the coming day, and I saw the sun.
I saw the sun, and the screaming finally stopped.


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