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Addie Bee Sep 2016
She braided her nuclear hair back
tight
after she has woken up and smiled at him.
She was prodigiously happy, but
she was more sorrowful
than they would ever know
That made her tear her hair,
leaking reactants into the unstable
environment like
water drip
dripping
from the leaky tap.
That noise drove her to insanity.
drip
drip
one two
three they
drip
drip d r i pd r i p d ri p Dr i P d R I P
she
felt the nuclear waste
run from her eyes
d
r
I
p
P
i
n
G tears, running down hollow cheeks,
but she was the
happiest girl
in the world—her tears were
rose-tinted glasses    but
     no one knew
Addie Bee Sep 2016
Summer’s hands swept the curtains back,
Gently tugging on the green velveteen folds.
Bits of moss fell out the the deep pleats as
they were disturbed for the first time in
months. The darkness came first,
comparatively flickering in the deep weave of time.
The moon flashed; Summer’s ring being covered,
uncovered, covered, uncovered by the fabric.
The edges of the great velveteen crept up—
slowly, oh so slowly at first.
Apples ripened and fell.
Then with a shuddering swoosh, the curtain raised.
Revealed
was the bare rawness of the next act. The life
seemed ****** away; dormant; hiding from the perpetual, damp,
grey, and red, and brown, and blackness of the
something-ness behind the green curtain.
Then, the swirling dancers descended, filling the
stage: dazzling against the odds.

— The End —