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Her dark, wet hair clung to my fingers
blood caked the tendrils and my hand
I whispered and cooed in her ear
"You'll be okay, you'll be okay."
She was conscious then and she had heard me,
I was sure of it.
She was frightened and trembled beneath me
There was a tightness in my chest
I was scared, too
We were so young.
so alone, so amazed…
Where was Daddy?
The dogs barked at our still forms
Night was coming
Her breathing was shallow
It hurt to hear her gasp
"You're gonna be okay."
Her eyelids shut me off from the blue and green
Her eyes were always my magic
They were speckled yellow, one blue one green
When they stopped peering at me intensely
That is when the tightness in my chest strangled me
I whispered her name hoarsely, my childlike voice
It hung in the air
Dead leaves rustled around us
I suddenly felt so cold.
Would she die?
I brought her to my chest then, held her as close as I dared
I wanted to give her my soul
I kissed her wet with sweat forehead
It was chilled
I don't know how long we stayed there
We were frozen in our own mortality
Daylight was swallowed by night
The dogs stayed near us
They were our guardians
they wouldn't let us die tonight
if they could stop it, they would.
She stirred, very much like sleeping beauty
Though her lips were chaste
Her one green eye and one blue eye
blessed with scattered gold
met my own dirty hazel ones
"Let's get to the house, I bet you're hungry"
the nightmare
it had died with the day
She was awake
stiffly
slowly
We made our way back to the empty house
I cried the entire way and she consoled me
as if I was the victim
as if I was the one that fell
as if I nearly lost myself
We never told my dad
We never told anyone
Children are so fragile
They are so careless
And they are so happy to be alive.
blood caked the tendrils and my hand
I whispered and cooed in her ear
"You'll be okay, you'll be okay."
She was conscious then and she had heard me,
I was sure of it.
She was frightened and trembled beneath me
There was a tightness in my chest
I was scared, too
We were so young.
so alone, so amazed…
Where was Daddy?
The dogs barked at our still forms
Night was coming
Her breathing was shallow
It hurt to hear her gasp
"You're gonna be okay."
Her eyelids shut me off from the blue and green
Her eyes were always my magic
They were speckled yellow, one blue one green
When they stopped peering at me intensely
That is when the tightness in my chest strangled me
I whispered her name hoarsely, my childlike voice
It hung in the air
Dead leaves rustled around us
I suddenly felt so cold.
Would she die?
I brought her to my chest then, held her as close as I dared
I wanted to give her my soul
I kissed her wet with sweat forehead
It was chilled
I don't know how long we stayed there
We were frozen in our own mortality
Daylight was swallowed by night
The dogs stayed near us
They were our guardians
they wouldn't let us die tonight
if they could stop it, they would.
She stirred, very much like sleeping beauty
Though her lips were chaste
Her one green eye and one blue eye
blessed with scattered gold
met my own dirty hazel ones
"Let's get to the house, I bet you're hungry"
the nightmare
it had died with the day
She was awake
stiffly
slowly
We made our way back to the empty house
I cried the entire way and she consoled me
as if I was the victim
as if I was the one that fell
as if I nearly lost myself
We never told my dad
We never told anyone
Children are so fragile
They are so careless
And they are so happy to be alive.
Literature
One for Dad
I was back in the house where I could feel the melancholy
of the lonesome, crowded west.
The same house but all the memories seemed so far away.
The smell of fresh paint hung heavy in the air,
and the walls I had once scratched and dented were bare.
A film of neglect clung to the books he never let me touch,
“Always end up damaged.” he’d say.
Not realising that love changes things,
makes friendships stronger, give things sentiment.
Those worn covers and creased pages,
not a sign of carelessness but a sign of greatest care.
There were the bottles of wisdom placed in the cellar,
full of learning, but paling to the lesso
Literature
Family Matters
"And ensure there aren't any burning embers left, O'Hara!"
"O' course, Mr. Farynor." Allana O'Hara dipped into a shallow curtsy as her employer left the bakery and ascended the stairs to join his wife in bed. She scowled briefly at his retreating back before looking around the small bakery and sighing. She still had to sweep up the stray flour, wipe down all of the wooden counters, rake out the ashes of the two ovens, replace those ashes with fresh firewood, and check the sacks of flour, salt, and sugar before she could even consider retiring to her tiny bed in the next room. For a moment, Allana stood there, glaring at the offending flour o
Literature
A Fish in the Attic (thoughts of my father)
Brittle and grey-dry
Childish heartstrings stretch
Past design in desire
For loving reason's return
Stretched until strain
Forms branching crimson cracks
Absorbing dust and loss
Wrung from veins
To stain a wooden floor
Begging in measured silence
In tin-can laugh tracks and
Barely bitten-down rage
To look past madness and pain
And remember loving reason
A drop could quench
This grey-dry lip-crack thirst
But the last of loving reason, wasted,
Stains the wooden floor
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I could visualize along with this as I read it... very deep, emotional piece.. I like it a lot.