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The world is crashing all around her. This tragedy won't be marked in bold black letters on the front page in the morning. But that's all she wanted--was to be noticed, to affect someone, to do something huge.
Another drink and maybe she could smile at these people and believe she liked them. Yet the cheap Landshark only dried her throat as she stumbled for words. Instead of witty lines, she produced a sour taste of apples and a distant lunch.
The floor felt uneven beneath her painted red toes as she struggled for the bathroom. Taking unnecessarily high footsteps down the hallway, she lost track of distance. The vodka tasted bad enough going down, she thought, but coming back up only gave her stomach more ammunition.
The world is crashing all around her as she gripped the loose carpet with her fingers and toes. She didn't want her only mark on this world be a stain the host can't explain to his parents.
Another drink out of her system, and she goes to the window for air. She crawls slowly though the living room, weaving between legs and cups, waiting for a hand to pull her up, to help her to the ledge.
The floor below her disappears as she makes a leap. She felt as though she was soaring down to a painless landing. Everyone else saw it as a clumsy fall, lacking the grace and pride she always yearned for.
The world stands still as she crashes around it. Finally she feels nothing from the wounds she once tried desperately to share. Finally she affects others as screams above her call for an ambulance. She is seen by the world just in time for her to watch it at a modest distance once again.
Another drink and maybe she could smile at these people and believe she liked them. Yet the cheap Landshark only dried her throat as she stumbled for words. Instead of witty lines, she produced a sour taste of apples and a distant lunch.
The floor felt uneven beneath her painted red toes as she struggled for the bathroom. Taking unnecessarily high footsteps down the hallway, she lost track of distance. The vodka tasted bad enough going down, she thought, but coming back up only gave her stomach more ammunition.
The world is crashing all around her as she gripped the loose carpet with her fingers and toes. She didn't want her only mark on this world be a stain the host can't explain to his parents.
Another drink out of her system, and she goes to the window for air. She crawls slowly though the living room, weaving between legs and cups, waiting for a hand to pull her up, to help her to the ledge.
The floor below her disappears as she makes a leap. She felt as though she was soaring down to a painless landing. Everyone else saw it as a clumsy fall, lacking the grace and pride she always yearned for.
The world stands still as she crashes around it. Finally she feels nothing from the wounds she once tried desperately to share. Finally she affects others as screams above her call for an ambulance. She is seen by the world just in time for her to watch it at a modest distance once again.
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Written 7/22/08 at about 2:30 in the morning.
I'm not sure what my inspiration was.
Maybe it was Landshark,
or maybe my overwhelming loneliness.
Maybe it was reminiscing in the park at midnight.
Probably just loneliness though.
I'm not sure what my inspiration was.
Maybe it was Landshark,
or maybe my overwhelming loneliness.
Maybe it was reminiscing in the park at midnight.
Probably just loneliness though.
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I concur.
Amazing.
Write a book and let Abby and I be the first two to read it?
I concur.
Amazing.
Write a book and let Abby and I be the first two to read it?