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Words Scribbled In Darkness

Created on 2008-05-19 17:58:46 (#15638342), last updated 2008-05-19

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Name:	agrinsosardonic
Birthdate:	1988-08-15
Location:	Staten Island, New York, United States

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There was no such flower as beautiful as the daisy that grew from the concrete in front of our house. The white petals were soft to the touch as I caressed the leaves in a trance. I could hear it singing to me; the soft tune dancing in the airwaves as little notes, making their way into my ear where they filled head with its soothing voice. The flower swayed as he continued his song; dancing to the hypnotic tune and dull notes. I twirled my finger gently around his stem to share this dance with him.

The sun was shining in the blue sky. The clouds were scarce, but white and fluffy like the cotton balls my mother used to take the red nail polish off as she cried for no reason. Or for a reason. Something I was ignorant to, but something that felt so little and unimportant in that moment, that I mistook the tears for waterfalls of holy water and her sobs for laughter. I mistook the bruise on her right eye for makeup and the aura around her as pixie dust. And my mother and father were dancing again in the sky, weren’t they? His strong arms flying in the air to move his body, and her arms around herself to coax him towards her.

And there was silence. Beautiful silence. Just the song from the flower, and the beat from the wind passing through the trees. The dirty children with their dirty games were absent from the scene. The cars with their toxic fumes were a memory on the street. And no one was yelling at each other. And Mikey wasn’t crying. And the dishes weren’t falling. And I wasn’t hiding. I was in the hot sunlight with the yellow rays caressing my dark brown hair. And the heat felt like heaven against my skin, and I wanted to strip naked and bathe in the glory of freedom; in the freedom of beauty, and in the beauty that love could give. Everything was in place. This world and its horrible flaws was a just a rumor, a lie, a dark cloud that was not hovering even in the distance.

I smiled and looked to the sky- the flower sang louder, screaming in a passionate agony that sent vibrations through my entire body. And the only thing I could ask for was someone to share this moment with me. To lie in the sunlight. To sweat and beat against my body. For ribs to connect and for lips to taste every bit of flesh.

For a second there, I thought I could feel his breath against my neck. The sweetest flower. The daisy that grew from the concrete and the dirt and the darkness, and managed to bloom into a beautiful being of perfection- with leaves that stretched around my body, and petals that rested against the back of my shoulder. And I could smell his smell, and feel his skin and bones and hair, and I was alive again.

Then a snap broke me from my trance. And I looked down to see the sweetest flower lying on the concrete with its petals wilted and stem cut in half. The black cloud overtook the entire sky, and the wind became cold and too violent to create music- it whipped around my clothing as if trying to pull me away from the carcass of my flower. And the screaming returned, and Mikey was hiding under his bed, and mom was nursing the black and blue on her cheek with makeup so no one asked questions.

And I was kneeling as if waiting for someone to deliver the final blow. My hazel eyes wide, and in a defeated voice I called to Him: “Dear God…I think I killed the sweetest flower.”

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