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I've been sweeping metaphors into a pile at my feet since last night when I woke up and found Belle dead across the page - laid out like she was swimming, outlined in grey chalk script, that curled away in looping words into a smiley face. It read, 'Juliet was never Juliet if she fell in love with Paris and laughed behind the curtains of the stage.'
Menelaus smirked, looked at me and mumbled something about Troy and humiliation. He said, 'I keep getting these slashes all across my dreams but for the life of me I don't know how they got there.' 'Yeah, me too', I said, and lifted up my shirt to show my chest, 'but after all this blood, it was Galatea carving me instead.'

Today I think I'm done with trying to guess the shape of truth by examining the exit wounds I use to feel so hollow. Something tells me I should stand, take a walk and look away, and be glad it didn't miss anything vital. So give me one more swallow of this bitter conversation, and I'll wrench it down again, shake my head and hit send. Maybe this way I can finally poison that wandering Lancelot, whose madness always keeps me looking too far back, to a girl I once saw standing with a huge fake smile, holding hands and getting married on the train tracks. But it didn't take me all sixty of her photographs this time to realize the ghost was just a shadow burned on my retinas long ago, and, uncomfortable as I've been lately with feeling this normal, it makes the walk a little easier, just to know.
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silentsigh Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2005
I forgot about this... I had you watched way back when I was greenflamingojuice, my comment is still up there.

Still one of the best things I've read.
DRWick Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2005  Student General Artist
it brings an ache into me; also i noticed the multitude of connections- very effective to pull a whole, large feeling down upon the reader. short and bittersweet, it sure packs a savage punch.
Joana-Jette-Samir Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2005  Hobbyist General Artist
In short, this is the kind of soul bearing that makes me wish I could pick your brain or read your diary.......beautifully executed....I FAV you now! :boogie:
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BlueIllusion Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2004
I like the flow of your thoughts. This sounds like it probably kept going
madness13 Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2004
i dont know what to say really...
just so so so beautifully written
amiablestray Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2004
nice - really like the 'Juliet was never Juliet if she fell in love with Paris'.

"I keep getting these slashes all across my dreams but for the life of me I don't know how they got there" would scan more for me as "I keep getting these slashes all across my dreams but for the life of me I don't know what they mean" and say pretty much the same thing, but of course, I don't know if that would scan the same way for you.

the 'shake my head and hit send' line doesn't really ring true for me either, doesn't seem to fit in with all the other text, not sure why ... having said that, soetimes it the bits that jar, that have the most meaning when they sink in :o) although it think it may be just that I don't like the very modern reference.

took google to tell me who Menelaus and Galatea were so I feel like I've learned something today anyway.

I think this is the first time I've ever been drawn in to comment on text, so yeh, nice one.
greenflamingojuice Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2004
I absolutely love the very first scentence/paragraph. Like, insanely love. Like I want to have its babies love. And Also the very last bit, about the 60 photographs. Superb, I must say.
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