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Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just sits there as the tide Comes surging forward And the clouds tumble Over one another in the sky. Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just pulls out the tile In her pocket as dull black Water sizzles and froths In a torrent all around her. No, she Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just stares at the engraved N and the sub 1 On the game-piece’s face While the water drags her in. Even when she loses her footing, she Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just clasps her hand Into a tight fist before The icy water Swallows her whole And thinks: Where are you now, Ocean Eyes? Where are you now, When I really am drowning, And not just in every word you say, Not just in every thing you do? The force of the tide Is not very strong, Yet she does not fight it. She is limp, Now part of the water Just as she was once part of him. Where are you now, Ocean Eyes? Where are you now, When everything is just too hard, When I really do need To disappear inside something bigger than me? Seagulls scream overhead. The sky is a black oil rag, The lake a dark, Rippling curtain, The wind a shrill lamentation, The girl a hollow husk. After a time and with crunching, Crushing force. Her ragdoll body collides with a rock. But she doesn’t move. Doesn’t grab hold. Doesn’t climb on. No, she Doesn’t run, Doesn’t even curse. She floats facedown, Almost as if to look after the tile that falls from her hand.
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 4:01 PM UTC
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Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just sits there as the tide Comes surging forward And the clouds tumble Over one another in the sky. Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just pulls out the tile In her pocket as dull black Water sizzles and froths In a torrent all around her. No, she Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just stares at the engraved N and the sub 1 On the game-piece’s face While the water drags her in. Even when she loses her footing, she Doesn’t run. Doesn’t even curse. Just clasps her hand Into a tight fist before The icy water Swallows her whole And thinks: Where are you now, Ocean Eyes? Where are you now, When I really am drowning, And not just in every word you say, Not just in every thing you do? The force of the tide Is not very strong, Yet she does not fight it. She is limp, Now part of the water Just as she was once part of him. Where are you now, Ocean Eyes? Where are you now, When everything is just too hard, When I really do need To disappear inside something bigger than me? Seagulls scream overhead. The sky is a black oil rag, The lake a dark, Rippling curtain, The wind a shrill lamentation, The girl a hollow husk. After a time and with crunching, Crushing force. Her ragdoll body collides with a rock. But she doesn’t move. Doesn’t grab hold. Doesn’t climb on. No, she Doesn’t run, Doesn’t even curse. She floats facedown, Almost as if to look after the tile that falls from her hand.
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 4:01 PM UTC
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