Friday, March 26, 2004

Just a little something I wrote

You're watching the doorknob as it rotates slowly, millimeter-by-millimeter, clockwise. Once it has turned 90 agonizingly slow degrees, it stops. You hold your breath as the door starts to creep inward. You can see the inner wrist of the person on the opposite side.

Slowly, you let your breath trickle out. You know that wrist. You've nibbled right there. Where it raises just a little bit. You've held onto that wrist when you were too scared to look at the movie screen. You've admired the strength in it on a warm spring day. You know that wrist.

The door is almost half open now and, yet, you still feel some little detail isn't right. You observe your love as they walk through the half open door. Their hair is a little messy, but it always is. Their lips are in that endearing smirk that you love. There, on the right, is the elusive dimple. You know that dimple as if it were part of you.

But the eyes, oh god. The eyes. Your loves' eyes are cold. They're distant. You feel a pain shoot through you as you look, again, to their hands.

There it is. In the left hand. The detail that wasn't right. That is what has turned your loves' once warm and loving eyes, cold and distant.

The blade gleams wickedly as they approach.

And the last thing you can think of, once they've plunged it into your hear, is that you shouldn't have eaten their Cherry Garcia ice cream.

=P Bet you didn't see that coming? I wrote this while waiting for my computer to fix itself. What do you think? Good? I think so. But I'm biased. I wrote it.

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