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ursulaSitting, crouched and hidden by the purples and the yellowing grass. This was where she came to hide - to lean back in the dry hillside and watch her life in the lake, detatched as it wrapped aound her and let her go like the wind. It wasn't working. Fragments of sentences and blurs of motion swirled in front of her, in her ears. She stared into the lake.ursula
Breaking into the shed where the boats were kept, she hadn't thought about it. Rust under her palm and the things she'd heard them say in the base of her throat.
Now her breathing fills her head where the wind and the water should be. Sits down to slow her breath, n
by ~ohmilyf
greysThe tiny circle of pain and then the fluttering slow journey to the floor. Will always [always? always] Remind me. Of you. At least I'll have something [that's something] no one else can claim applies. Other lovers [we weren't lovers] can't pretend they understand. Not when they never saw you. Never knew the softness of the shadows and your face behind the aching golden haze.greys
They never saw your eyes laughing. Never felt the world rush in and wash away. My heart stopped when I knew you were that cruel.
But in the end. Nothing matters in the end in the end there is no pain. Not even in the tiny
by ~ohmilyf
submitTie me down. Roots under my feet. I stumble backwards, snapping twigs. I can feel the cracked dry bark through my clothes. Holding me up. You step towards me. Your eyes earnestly ask the cliche. Are you sure? I laugh. Hold out my hands, arms together, wrists up. Take my wrist. Hold it, your hands gentle and sticky. You stare. Swallow. I watch your face as you trace the veins in my wrist with your thumb. You don't press hard enough.submit
"Come on."
You tear your eyes away and turn to the plastic bag we brought here with us, after we went shopping arm in arm among the married couples. Businesslike now you take out the coil
by ~ohmilyf
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