Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The room was immaculate
the whiteness
the crispness
hinting gently at an innocence
so soon lost

Her mind was messy
or dirty
or pigeon-holed
The look on her face

Everything became blurry
or twisted
uncomfortable, fragile, expected
Her palms sweaty now
Her heart crinkling then exploding

She closed her eyes
not to go elsewhere
to take it in more slowly
to control it, to focus

There was a pinch, a clank
There was a release, a weight
There was a choice, more choices
There was The choice, then silence.

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