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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tears, Bought and Sold-- Revised
[time] => 2004-02-16 01:35:29
[hometext] => New and improved; a bit better in my opinion. I'm on a mission to revise all of my poetry-- *gulp*.
[bodytext] => worthless she feels almost cheaper than the forgeries of food which try only half-heartedly to keep her alive could've sold her body could've sold her soul chose to sell her heart wearily, the girl reaches into her threadbare sack for a faded, once-garish sign flamboyantly and shamelessly proclaiming "TEARS, BOUGHT AND SOLD!" as the sign makes its tawdry entrance, jeers and cruelty assail her making their ever-presence known from the mouths of her fellow peddlers they watch, shaking their heads in disgust, as a woman approaches, first customer of the day, little older than the salesgirl herself with despondency etched in her frame she sets a hollow vitreous sphere upon the tear-girl's tottering stand the girl expertly pours the contents of the crystalline snowglobe into a delicate vial whilst the woman mumbles, "I shed those tears for him I wasted them! --they're all yours now." the girl thanks her, rings up the total, and pays the woman with as sincere a smile --not very-- as she can muster a young man soon ambles up hoping fervently none will see him here he whispers quietly, "she died three weeks past she died, and I just can't cry. I want to buy some tears." she doles out a portion of a single snowglobe's contents charges him, and watches him go and so drags on wearily the day of trading in tears buy, die a little, sell, die more take a deep breath and repeat her neighbors stare, with disapproval set in their faces yet involuntary fascination shining in bleary eyes (street-corner rubbernecking better than any car accident) none quite daring to ask the question on their collective lips: the purchase of tears-- what the price? could've sold her body could've sold her soul chose to sell her heart tears fill her eyes and she spares a moment to marvel at the irony before swiping them furiously away to greet the next customer. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 270 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ShadowDaughter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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