Handshake of Carbon Monoxide - Cait
Sept 12, 2012 21:09:26 GMT -5
Post by chelsey on Sept 12, 2012 21:09:26 GMT -5
A heart that's full up like a landfill.
A job that slowly kills you.
Bruises that won't heal.
A job that slowly kills you.
Bruises that won't heal.
[/i][/color] Auntie’s arms wrap around my limp body once again when she hears the footsteps pounding on the ancient floors behind the door. My arms weakly lift up to hold onto her for as long as I can, but when the door bursts open, she releases me from her grip and places a hasty kiss on my forehead. “You’ll come back to us, won’t you?” She cries, as the men force her out of my reach and into the hall. The door shuts, and I am alone.“It was your mother’s.”
Aunt Meryl’s voice is fabricated with heavy tears as she places the golden ring in the palm of my quivering hand. Mockingly, a beam of light glints on it’s rugged surface, the luster fading within it’s rusted designs. A braided pattern runs across the outer curve of the wedding ring, and, as I slip it on the fourth finger of my left hand, I wonder if my mother’s corpse wore this at the hour of my birth. (I wonder if I will wear this at the hour of my death.)
I don’t cry until she is gone. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
You look so tired and unhappy.
Break down the government.
They don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life.
A handshake of carbon monoxide.
Break down the government.
They don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life.
A handshake of carbon monoxide.
[/I][/color] - to allow my eyes the pleasure of intoxicating itself with the untainted sights of home. My vision is blurry and drunk when the door opens again. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/color]Outside the window, sunlight is dappled upon the wet surface of my cheeks, the rays clinging onto them like droplets of water clinging onto the woven threads of a shirt, it’s shoulders pinned to a clothing line as a gentle wind caresses the hem of it’s material. The shadows and bokeh of light dance across the plains of flittering leaves and a quiet sun descends behind it, and all I want at this moment is to watch this melding orange sky for one last time
No alarms and no surprises.
No alarms and no surprises.
No alarms and no surprises.
Silent, silent.
[/color]No alarms and no surprises.
No alarms and no surprises.
Silent, silent.
ooc - sorry for it's shortness/suckiness gahh I tried
[/size]