
Cold fingers, orange soda, an arm covered in cat scratches... these are the scars of warfare.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Parody/Fantasy - Words: 355 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-30-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2653887
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A warm, fuzzy feeling.
A bit of cold air slithers across the skin, tingling, shivering.
The chime of bells.
Tiptoe across the carpet.
Skirt falls, caught with air like a fallen blossom.
Don't itch or risk spreading the rash.
Click,
Click,
Click.
Inhale.
And more tiptoeing.
.
The world is a wonderful place.
The world is a cruel place.
The colors brighten a day.
The colors tire you out.
Some want to live.
Some want to die.
.
Stacks of books, about to fall.
Fingerprints on the wall.
The cat dozes on the bed, blanketed by sun.
Luggage waiting to be unpacked.
The closet is a mess.
In the background, music thrums, screeches, and sings.
Relaxed, relieved, aroused.
Tap type,
Tap type,
Tap type.
Was there just someone in the hall?
Replacement earbuds.
.
The world is a beautiful place.
The world is a depressing place.
People are exciting.
People are annoying.
Some want to soar.
Some want to crash.
.
Standing up, unbalanced, squishy surface.
Stuffed animals black, bead eyes.
Neck is cracking with a turn and crick.
One light is burnt out, one is black.
Legs, while crossed, are getting sweaty.
Hips are a little achy, shift and adjust.
Twirl,
Twirl,
Twirl.
Pull.
Disney really isn't what it used to be.
.
The world is full of life.
The world is full of death.
Humans are brilliant.
Humans are idiots.
Question: heaven.
Question: hell.
.
Moose with striped antlers.
Impossible to see all that there is in the world.
Underwater lakes with shores.
Flower print pillows, pink, orange, eggshell white.
Such a spoiled old dog.
Nothing useless in this room, everything is something.
Sway,
Sway,
Sway.
Lets get up and freaking dance, already!!
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Snapping fingers, painted fingernails.
Sing into the purple, black, worn-out hairbrush.
Where's a microphone when you need one?
Lip piercing spinning around like crazy, such fun.
Bet I'd be a good Frencher.
We should find a mountaintop and scream from it.
A bundle of fake roses bring guilt.
Push,
Push,
Push.
Smack!
Dr. Pepper flavored Chapstick doesn't taste quite as good as it smells.
Take a bath with your tongue!
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