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calm before the storm
Author: godawful teen-angst poetry  PM
for Zanmath. Parallel chaos...which is odd really, because chaos and parallel don't seem to be quite compatible
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy - Words: 348 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-24-03 - id: 1480225
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calm before the storm
the fleece of clouds thickening
shading clear blue parallels
to placid seamirror
he loses himself
immersed in his reflection
his image doesn't ruffle
and he knows
oh, he knows
the picture is too perfect to be real
raindrops on your eyelids
my aphrodisiac,
he told her in sunmeadows
dew between their lips
caught tangling, strangling
wrapped as unborn butterflies
the beauty of a winter dawn lost upon
only-for-you
glances
where eyes are as deep as the ocean
and souls are infinite
entrancing intangible
hold on to the impossibles
impossibles
she's cocooned in his arms, and she knows
it's too impossible
sun eclipsed in clouds
the breeze comes stronger
eyes searching the horizon
entrancing intangible
as long as a soul, and just as barren
he slides a weathered hand along his deck
prickles growing slowly; he knows
what is to come…
when spring gives birth to summer
and the hyacinth bloom…
such was her favorite season
and yet this year was different…
the sun took its toll more directly
the young shriveled as the buds bloomed and withered
barren lands baked and cracking
she slips into the chasm—
[WINDS BEATING THRUSTING]
tiny rig against the waves
sails torn and flapping aimless
salt spray trapping breaths in his throat
[GASPING GRASPING CLASPING CHOKING]
the strong and streamlined man
a ragdoll thrown against his mast
[waters pass wind blasts]
limp and sliding
[tell me this happened
tell me this didn't happen…]
battered, bruised, a mess of timber
drifting now through calm-again waters
a peek of the sun from behind its widow curtains
oh god please kill me I hurt so
rough hewn canvas
ripped apart at triton's whim
fabric for a small girls tunic
stitches of blood, sweat
oh god please kill me it hurts so
and she falls and she falls and she falls and she falls
and he never ever ever
runs to catch her
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for Zanmath
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