mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary

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warm for november

A new life where there wasn't one before
and an empty space where one
once breathed and blushed but then
stopped breathing and blushing for good;
a sick girl with blood boiling
stumbles into town in a jacket made for
much milder winters
with cheeks chapped red and numb and
she acts like she owns the place,
like those warm white windows are hers,
calling her closer,
a bold star on her creased map screaming
YOU ARE HERE
and she is, she really is here,
and the shape of the city is new and terrifying but
somehow she is sure that when the snow
finally comes it will taste
like the frosting on a wedding cake
and bleeding from the ears and mouth
and spitting black mud into the gutters
and feeling herself creak like a rocking chair
the sickness starts to move down
a different kind of gravity pulling
the illness from her body
her thin coat spattered with her own insides
this girl owns the place
the girl owns this place
and good health is coming
when the frosting melts and green
things start to stir.

10:49 a.m. - 2006-11-10

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