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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bury Me In Glass
[time] => 2004-10-27 22:44:48
[hometext] => Warning: it's prose ... but I also submitted this to my creative writing teacher in my portfolio and yeah... I like it. Let me know what you think.
[bodytext] => She wears a glass encasement like a cloak, reaches out like a flower stretching for the sun. Longing for her knight in shining armor to demolish these walls. Her hand presses flat against the glass inches beyond her face. Flat like her dying emotions. Like the movies with lovers separated, only touching through a window; except for her...there was no one else, no lover to warm the glass between their hands. Alone. Glass permitting sound and sight to taunt and torment; clearer than the moon's reflection in the water on a calm night. Echoing inside like the empty cave she has become. Surround sound in a room full of speakers driving her insane. Caught in the hunter's snare, transparent glass, standing amidst the crush of human flesh in a high school highway. Invisible, like a virus, like the words and voices populating her mind. She twirls within her glass; clumsy, unbalanced as an amateur figure skater. She is the terror filling her at the speed of light. Stumbling... Terrified, fear fills the well inside. She sees them...the groping greedy hands tearing through the glass to reach her and tear her. Rip her, dig inside to her heart. Terrified... Caught in the grasp of abusing eyes, not too stunned to move. Sprint away with the desire of an Olympic runner but driven by fear. Push at the glass. Thrash, push, throw; feet pound the floor as her soles wear through. Barefoot. Exposed to the shards of brokenness she must tread upon; broken glass, broken walls, broken hope, broken life; naked and exposed. A lumbering bear through the forest. Sight fades like a curtain closing at the end of a play; falling like bright eyes in the sky. 'Bury me in glass,' she whispered. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 21 [informant] => waos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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