smile (the prose version), march 24 '04I don't care what you think anymore but the effects of when I did still linger. And around me I feel the strange aura of your prescence, silent and haunting, lurking beyond the walls. Your laughter echoes in my heart, and when I look into a mirror I see your scowl in my eyes. I threw that looking glass to the floor and let it shatter. The sound would have been a relief if I hadn't heard the undertones of hatred and disgust. With me, with my world, with you. I'm sitting here now, the sun just about to lend it's warmth to another corner of the globe, watching as one by one drops of blood splatter. When you left I thought I'd never smile again. But if I cut off my lips, I can shape them into a grin. Then I will be smiling for ever.
authors commentsThe prose version of Smile, written somewhere around what I put the date as. I made it into a poem afterwards.. the prose really annoys me, and so does the poem, because i wrote something similar with the sort of play on words that i did at the end before... and with this piece, i was just trying to do it again. but it obviously doesnt work out 2 times, and so... thats why this annoys me so much. :P
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