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Waiting for death
Contributed by
absent
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Friday, 26th October 2007 @ 10:49:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
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The last star is almost gone from my world. Here I sit watching it slowly collapse into oblivion. Eons in the making, and then snuffed so quickly. There's not enough light left to look at anything else but the source. I search blindly for something to grab onto just so I know that i'm not the only thing left. My efforts are met with the realization that I am all that remains.
As the star loses its luminescense I sit and put my head between my knees. I am truly alone, and the darkness is closing in. My ears pick up a faint noise. Music, it seems. A sad song. A dirge. As my tears hit the barren earth I feel a cold hand clasp onto my shoulder. Desperate for anything, I take hold of the hand and stand up to embrace who it belonged to. There is barely enough light left to see, but I didn't care. I held on for all I was worth.
We began to dance... It was a slow dance to the melancholy tune emitting from an unknown source. My partner was frail, and corpselike. If i didn't know any better i'd say this person was dead. It rested its head on my chest and I closed my eyes, happy for the company. The tune drug on and we danced for hours in the fading light of a dying star. No words were spoken, no intention conveyed. I became nervous. Not scared, but more excited than anything. All that I had wished for was someone. Just, someone... And now here was someone.
I did not want to ruin this miracle with words, but the urge to speak overwhelmed me and from my lips fell the first words spoken. "Who are you?"
With that the star stopped producing its weak glow and darkness engulfed the entirety of my world. The figure let me go and I felt it step away from me. Then, as suddenly as it had been snuffed, the star exploded so brillianty and wonderously that for just a brief moment I saw everything that my world was and just exactly what I had been doing.
In my world there is nothing. A wasteland. Post-apocalyptic even. Broken memories and tattered dreams. Heartache, betrayal, lies, bile, and abuse. I saw it all lit before me, exposed like a criminal in the flash. A pathetic existance if I ever saw one...
But most noticeably was the person I had been dancing with. The cold corpselike feel that I had experienced earlier was for good reason indeed. This being was the remains of a woman, animated by some unknown force. Skeletal hands adorned in fragments of pale, broken flesh reach for me, as if beckoning me to the grave.
The light quickly dispersed and made its way into further reaches of the universe. Reaches beyond the sight of my little world. All that remained was the overpowering darkness and the presence of death itself. Without a word I approached those remains and embraced them one last time as the dirge faded into the black, and brought me with it.
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Re: Waiting for death
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by shelby on
Friday, 26th October 2007 @ 11:01:52 AM AEST
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You drew me in with this. Many emotions running wild in this write. Good job.
I almost did not read this as I am trying to get myself back into check and not so sad and hurt but it was well with the read..
Hold on, hang in and keep going....... all works out in the end.
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Re: Waiting for death
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by deadheadpoet on
Friday, 26th October 2007 @ 12:43:29 PM AEST
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Wow. What a damn fine write. You had me on the edge of my chair reading this. Intriguing story/poem. I like how you penned this, how you have it written out. Good stuff...and I can dig these feelings.
Keep penning.
Peace,
Laura |
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