5079, Jane Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-06-03 02:27 AM
They argued wildly. Blame-words clawed at his face. Tongue wielded thorn-yells
toward his back. As he walked away, he raised his middle finger. The same finger that use to
slip between pink lips & drown inside walls that dripped more wetness than
a humid sky. Heavy eyes stared & heaved tears toward dirt-stained concrete. Looked
toward the sky for comfort. Emotions lamented, like when ‘Trane’s horn cries “Alabama.” Saw
her reflection deep in a can of trash. Empty like her starved embraces. She tasted
waste in her thoughts. Regret too deep to surface, nausea was the manifested pain. Spent night debate doing on a park bench. Her
heart, numb from the hammer-rhythms of break-up’s swing. Debate: life in the aching
recollect or death in the quick slice of suicide. Matter, she didn’t think
she did. Eyes sore from knuckle-rubs. Off the bench, ran like lightening strikes back home. Timid
steps to a dirty kitchen. Sink housed four plates, two glasses & yesterday’s dinner knife. Still with
steak slivers on the edge, knife got met to a bone-thin wrist, creating a new image line.
Witnessed wine-colored blood pour in a delicate way down a boyfriend-bruised
forearm. Took a step back from standing. Now sitting from the overwhelm. Eyes begin to close
from the heavy reaction. Not long ago, she on her mother’s lap bouncing
happily. Now, only nineteen, gone behind the closed door of death.
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