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The United Dream
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Saturday, 28th April 2007 @ 12:49:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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I was a Charlie-horse chasing
a tennis elbow;
a cataract hitting
the Achilles' Heel while
driving the lake water out of her retractable
lungs with my lost drumming skills.
It happened faster than the crash
whiplash, over correction on the bridge
or skipping "right of way" on the freeway syllabus.
I was an original gutless cutting
through the glass cutlass of the
window while she remained in
bondage to the polyester with
possible lacerations near the
stomach and a torn-twixt liver,
yet that wasn't said during the diagnosis.
No, it was more vulgar than that.
The vultures said it was drowning while
I saw, through eye obscurity,
the bright whites of my new room.
I made titwillo and sniffed purgatory
right in the face; smelled of clam juice
mixed with that vomit ravioli from the
cafeteria. It was the scent of musty love.
I knew what came to pass. When I lay
in that hospital, I knew what would
come back in my intestinal nightmares.
It was Axe Spray interlocked with strawberry passions,
it was giggles and laughs filled to the brim with Coors.
It was my dad's ride and her mom's cigarettes,
and it was me in the driver's seat and her giving a hole in one.
I thought out of all the sprains and
strains from beating my heart out
or getting the swimmer's ear in my
professions that nothing else could be
the ultimate thrill, but this topped it.
The exhilarating cruise, the releasing
of my libido for her possession,
I thought it was heaven.
But, with the ultimate thrill comes the ultimate passion.
I was looking yet I didn't know what to do,
I knew what would happen but
didn't see it in time. It entered from
the back with enough force to launch
us off and flip onto the water-razor's edge.
This force lurched us downward and she
didn't drown, she choked to death on
"my thrills."
Of course, no one will ever know besides me.
I still have the scars; I can't digest much anymore.
I've been eating liquids.
I won't have thrills ever again.
But, her teeth marks are still there; they are always screaming.
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2007-04-28 12:49:12]
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Re: The United Dream
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by purplestary on
Saturday, 28th April 2007 @ 01:08:21 PM AEST
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| wow...what a story...nicely written...very sad..but written well.. |
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