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bruise I could feel it beforebruise by ~appealingwallflower
i had even seen it.
I felt
the bruise underneath my skin. I expected the tiny vessels were going to pop up like blue and purple fireworks in the distance of my skin, dim and faded. Right now, the sickly yellow was creeping. If I ran my fingers over the spot a satisfying pain echoed through out my skin and tissue. It was an explosion of crimson blood. By my minds eye, I could picture the veins bleeding out and the blood spreading fresh but clotting.
green green grass Exhaustion hung heavy on her limbs as she laid out on the fresh, dewy grass. She felt as though everything was moving under her yet she couldn't. It was like something, not quite physical but not exactly spiritual, hung tightly to her pulsing flesh and kept her on that grass. It latched on to her completely, attempted to suffocate or maybe that was her sleep paralysis acting up again. A sheen of what looked like sweat coated her naked body on that fresh, dewy grass, but she could have been there all night and that could have been dew. The world might had disregarded her slow heartbeat and mistaken her for grass. She was grass and so the dew cgreen green grass by ~appealingwallflower
jam middle aged caucasian malejam by ~appealingwallflower
in a blue pinstriped button-up
tucked
in a pair of khakis
causal yet business
today had probably started out as normal as possible
kiss the wife and daughter goodbye
wait in traffic
pick up coffee and the morning newspaper
on the way into the office
always check out the secretaries on their
own way into whatever little
squares they confined themselves in
but what stuck out that day was a
crimson stain
exploded
exploding on his crinkled button-up he really should have ironed it
but the pain didn't set in until
some broad in a tight business suit
asked if he sp
72 long inches while you were away72 long inches by ~appealingwallflower
someone died
it was ruled an accident
i didn't know them but at the
funeral
i pretended it was you
with that pale skin
with those closed, vein-y eyelids
lying in that black satin coffin
it was going to be your body
blowing up 6 feet under my own two
i imagined,
years later there would be a great oak
over your grave with two initials in a
heart
carved into your plant-being
where you decayed
i was seeing you off
i yelled, threw my body like it meant
nothing because it did.
and they even said i spoke in tongues
but before
Sta.sh
s! Very appreciated
