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She knew all along.
Maybe she was crazy,
Or just too trusting.
I remember seeing her eyes
Glitter with adrenaline when she
J
U
M
P
E
D
She fell with the grace of a goddess.
She dove downward without a single look of fret-
No regret at all.
And when the hay on the barn floor caught her from her 70 foot freefall
I had no idea of the significance this moment held.
But she knew,
Even after that rickety old ladder finally let go that the hay would be there to catch her-
Because goddesses cant die.
Right?
But you can’t say that you can’t destroy yourself.
It happens.
I hadn’t seen her in a long while,
That’s my fault.
If I would have known the result of my actions I would have dropped
Everything
And gone to her, no matter how far.
But I ran,
Kept moving,
And never told her where I was going.
Remembering all those letters she sent,
She pleaded me to come to her.
But like a stubborn king I did what I wanted.
Selfish.
Kitty. Kitty. Kitty.
Her name rolls off my tongue in a foreign way now.
It just feels wrong to say.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Nine days.
Nine cycles of the Sun and Moon since it happened and I still can’t understand.
She was beautiful, stunning:
Like a lonely star in an otherwise black sky.
I see her fall whenever I close my eyes.
Seeing her constantly cascade downward has driven me on without sleep.
My punishment?
Being converted into an insomniac and not being able to watch acrobats.
It seems so much worse than that.
I can’t help but wonder
If her eyes sparkled with that same excitement,
Or if her form was as graceful as it was in childhood.
I can’t help but wonder
If she knew that the hay wouldn’t be there,
Or if she thought I would appear.
I can’t help but wonder if she blamed me for everything,
Even though she claimed to love me.
I can’t help but wonder if the same words that
Echo through my mind now
Echoed through hers when she swan- dived off the building to her death.
“You’re my big brother. I knew you would always take care of me.”
I guess even goddesses can die.
~MT
- Title: Nine Day's Remembrance
- Artist: Dephy
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Description:
This poem was inspired by Steven King's short story "The Last Rung on the Latter."
It's not a very well known story so [url=http://www.krypta-smierci.neostrada.pl/ebooks/Stephen King - Night Shift - The Last Rung On The Ladder.html]this[/url] is the story.If you don't want to read it all just read the bottom few paragraphs and you will know what happens.
Like I said it makes a lot more sense if you read the story first.
(Told in Larry's point of view ~) - Date: 03/29/2011
- Tags: nine days remembrance
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Dephy - 03/30/2011
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Thank you very much :3
Yeah~ I really need to work on my grammar xD - Report As Spam
- Lovely_Dead_Trash - 03/30/2011
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This is beautiful. Simply gorgeous.
You really got into the character's head. Some grammatical mistaakes, but simply gorgeous. - Report As Spam