Daily Lit Deviations for November 19th, 2012
ice queenShe takes you by the hips
because she's too hungry
to appreciate the warmth
of your hands.
She transforms you with her fingers,
bending every edge till you're just her
ball, made of glass,
that she shakes once in a while.
She always preferred ice over sunshine.
And I can't stand the sight of her,
she chills me to the bone.
Because she has my whole world
in the palm of her hand
and I fear she might break it.
Flicking through yellowed pages,
The crinkles smelling of dust and tears.
A human-induced God complex - authorial authority.
At parties, she hides behind her camera, just so
Someone gives her a smile once in a while.
Too bad she only sneaks candid photos.
Vindictive whispers cloy behind closed
Hands and hardened hearts. They vent.
An immunity to gossip; a cathartic release.
Peeping toms on laptop screens and
DVDs - it's only natural, apparently.
What is normal anyway?
UntitledI am afraid of latching onto you,
holding you close with chains
that build a dog collar and tighten
a noose around your neck
slowly asphyxiating, the two of us
collide; hearts embracing with
stories of old and trials of currentminds
melding with each shared look.thought.touch.
souls journeying to find each other,
ephemeral roads, vanishing before our
innocent eyesonly to reappear
the moment we p a s sour eyes too blind
to see time closing in on us.
the stench of sewage did not escape our pores,
yet an odor emanated from our skin
every pore burst wide, slithering through the air,
coalescing with the sweet perfume of blushing emotions
death the stench was death
Stay Dreamingyou are pale in the half-light;
all the fire you carry with you in the waking world is doused in the sweetness of your hair across the pillow & your frame insinuating itself in the sheets, in pockets of weight & pools of shadow that say "i am a body", "i am a girl"
(vulnerable yet terrifying)
& in life you are larger than you seem, thunder & lightning inside colored glass. you are cruel-mouthed but soft-eyed, & brittle queen (you would rather break than bend for me), you are all the lovelier for your frail-boned pride.
it is strange how much i see of you when you are not looking back, how i feel as though it is only in moments like these (in not-quite-daylight, in dreaming) that we are truly at peace. for is it not that our natures may be likened to those of sea & sky? were we not born to crash & storm & shriek & boil against one another? (what is the nature of the place where we meet? for i do not believe in the horizon; blue on blue, it can only be an illusion
Summer JobIt was a cool summer afternoon and the street was bustling with activity. April loved this time of the year, with warm weather and lots of things to do. She had chosen a floral dress with pink and yellow flowers which went well with her light brown hair. What she really wanted to do was take the number seven bus down to the beach and walk barefoot in the sand. Unfortunately, that was not an option.
Glancing in the window of the next shop, April noticed a "help wanted" sign. Since she had gotten out of school, her family was insistent that she find a job. April didn't mind working, but she wanted one last summer to herself. She wanted to enjoy the weather and be with her friends, not worrying about getting up early and rushing off to work. However, her mother was adamant and April found herself with no choice but to try to find a position that wasn't too far from home. Gale City was big, so there wasn't a lack of places to work, but April didn't want to be stuck somewhere boring.