Part 1: De-railing
By agentlemenspromise
We’ve been over this a bunch of times" she said smiling
But it’s been at my throat and my bedroom every....
"I don’t feel like going over it again. Not right now."
There was just something so put off about her. Her hair, the way she shot
looks like the common metaphor about guns and stone cold stares. His stomach
felt as if it had been tossing and turning inside of him. It was a sickening
of a sort that no one knew. The question was no more than an idea whose
ink turned to smeared blood on the pages of love letters before it had
enough breath to dry.
It was all of how he saw his life played out in the beauty of a person
breaking the tempered windshield of a moving car. Her voice touched on
that of the sound just under that of making your ears bleed. The very thought
of him knowing only one thing; that he really did love her unconditionally;
racked him in such a way with grief and despair that he had been forced
into counseling because of his obsessive ness of romanticism....
...yet she was still the reason he looked both ways on one way streets...
she was worth a bullet and a steel plate but at least shed be his...
Heavy with feeling that the air he breathed could barely warm to carry
he could only look down lost in a relative of shame and embarrassment.
He thought for a clever line and fought his cheek with his tongue as the
street he lived on grew neigh. This could almost work the way of a phrase
to break the ice or even the wall between them but the rocks on the ground
said otherwise.
They spoke of a way to break his foot in the door as it closed. He knew
he shouldn’t speak of it or anything for that matter. She was growing
closer to falling into another one of her moods where shed pretend he wasn’t
the guy she kissed because she had nothing better to do. His body was numb
and felt more like a husk than a vessel. He had become dead weight to himself.
Comments on "Part 1: De-railing"
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On Sunday, April 14, 2013, knightmirror
(426) wrote:
how can this not have one comment... this is extraordinary and heartbreaking... so much beauty in this...* yet she was still the reason he looked both ways on one way streets*...damn... so amazing what love and loss of love can do to a person... thank you for sharing...-knight