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Contributed by ShadowDaughter
on Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 08:34:15 PM AEST
Topic:
grief
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Threnody. Makeup mask. Brown hair that never knew if it was dishwater or honey-gold, a different skittle-shade threading itself in every week. Whispering metamorphosis; a spell. Round syllables lingering on chapped lips and tasting like safety.
She liked showing me photo albums, eyes fixed greedily on the changes amazement wrought in my expression as pages were turned. I pretended not to recognize her in some-- didn’t explain how ‘always different’ betrayed her sameness. Just mouthed the appropriate words and played with her hair, rainbow silk smooth through my fingers.
Threnody, glinting metal intertwined with skin and cartilage so much she almost managed to escape the original flesh. Swallowing the sleek hiss of piercing, liberating and cold, along with metamorphosis. Anything for a little sustenance.
Cashiers and managers didn’t let us out of sight in their stores. Dangerous Threnody with her ***** me red lipstick and knee-high black boots. She laughed; I didn’t. It was easier to stay at her house and flip through photo albums.
A few weeks after her first kiss I looked it up. From Greek threnoidia, from threnos and aoide, from oide, from ode. Metamorphosis and piercing were fine on the lips but words had too much history for her. Too much of a past. She could never be a poet.
I asked her if she knew what her name meant. She said no, sharply, the way she said piercing. My hands went to her hair, braiding with trembling fingers; a peace offering.
I never told her. Purple highlights that week. The salesman in Barnes and Noble followed us with his eyes till we left.
Copyright © ShadowDaughter
... [2005-04-0208:34:15]
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Re: Etymology
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by Silent-No-More on Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 10:26:25 PM AEST
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Please... don't ever stop writing. The words, Nora.... they need you.
Threnody...
*is speechless*
~Snemmy~
(with words too few)
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Re: Etymology
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by blowfish_jane on Tuesday, 5th April 2005 @ 04:40:15 PM AEST
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This was just breathtaking Nora.
You should be a published writer already.
Jane |
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Re: Etymology
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by hooray_its_jen on Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 12:05:16 PM AEST
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I'm with Jane on this one.
You are amazing Nora.
~Jen |
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Re: Etymology
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by hooray_its_jen on Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 06:52:07 PM AEST
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I just keep coming back here for some reason....
this must be the 20th time I've read it through.
It gets better every time, really. |
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Re: Etymology
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by jezebelinhell on Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 02:22:03 PM AEST
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Intense, and well written. I want a part two!! |
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