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Author: aquila scuro
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-10-06 - Updated: 08-10-06 - id:2227654

Another move, another

Been moving all my life,

Don’t want to

I’ve been dragged around,

Join-the-dots

Around the one same city

I was phobic of going to town, so

We moved again

The last time

Change of city

Change of school

I lay and licked my wounds,

Pretence of healing

Forget everything, a deliberate amnesia

Well,

Mostly deliberate.

Move again

Voiced, no choice, I have no

Say

In the matter,

Uprooted again

The internal screaming overwhelms

Move, rent house between moves

Rent for ever

I remember last year

I remember the renting,

The induced madness

I remember cooking noodles

On the strange old stovetop

I remember rushing hallways

The memory has a taste…

I remember moonlight

Spreading across the lounge floor…

I was moving, eyes closed, flicker

There was no night in my world;

There was reality, dark and unbearable

And then there was the chimera

Darker still, dancing to nothing

Past midnight,

No sleep

Madness

Insanity

The park, the rope swing

Rushing, flying

Fear

The memoric taste invades

I don’t want to do this again.

My roots disturbed again

The last time…

The memories unburied

I can see it now:

The failing of me

The true failing at life

The spinning, the cracking

As I twirl away from reality

Falling backwards into a mirror

Shatterglass,

Shatter

Tearing and blood

And blank dismay

It came back to this?



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