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Her Shatter
Her world was filled with
high heels and private jets,
but her heart was as empty as the skies she flew through.
This girl taught me to love.
She used to ask me why I did not love. I never would
reply, and not because I didn't, but because I couldn't look at
her without my breathe entirely stopping. Her domino skin set
off the fireworks in her
eyes and her smile made my heart dance. I simply walked away
every time.
She was the only one who spoon fed me truth. Her kitchen was
full of sugar coated lies
and presents. The shelves had always looked like Christmas
morning to me, but I never did see her give any away except for
one. As I opened it she crumbled and fell to the floor. Her
skin ripped open along wit the wrapping paper that sang of
lullabies of empty wine
bottles of an addict as it ripped. Her hair fell as I took off
the bow until she was just bones lying on the floor.
And I could see them shatter.
I stood unwrapping for her sake, really. She was only skin and
bones, no blood to make her full. The girl that asked me why I
was empty was empty herself. "You need to open it..."
she whispered as she fingered her ribs, which locked in a
single sparrow. As I lifted the lid off of the box, I could see
her bones piecing themselves together. A heart wrapped in
velvet lie in my hands. It
was hers.
As she got up I could hear the yellow sparrow flapping in her lungs. She put
her hand in my hair,
"My mom buys me one hundred dollar shorts just so I wont
wear what i want."
I looked at my hands and a number one appeared on my palm.
Months went by. I passed her in the hall and ran to the
bathroom crying. My stomach shook and I was positive the earth
was ending. I leaned over to scream, but instead threw up
butterflies. and at once, I no longer felt fluttering.
"My favorite song on my iPod is ten thousand cicadas
singing."
49...My right palm was almost entirely full. I became convinced
I had ink poisoning, and I
never realized I could breathe.
She dragged me to an open field one day at sunrise. With only
morning berry pickers and
farmers to see, we stood on hay stacks entirely naked for the
world.
I had never felt so free.
I awoke today to find her sitting with a new present on my
floor. As I opened it this time she did not break, but love
slowly filled the empty crevices of her body. When i took off
the bow a yellow sparrow flew out of the box.
"I'm finally free."
And the
number one hundred appeared on my left palm.
-Kathryn Alive Hayes.
100% mine.
tink867530999 · 1 decade ago
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GOD!! STOP LYING TO ME!! since when has your middle name changed from ALICE to ALIVE?!?!?!?! =]