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they wore clear plastic rain jackets with hoods like the girls in elementary school, walking to their friend's house from their's, only two houses down.
the light skinned women is old. her face is wrinkled and smeared of age. under her plastic rain coat lays a dress that looks like a sheet from way-back-when. she wears old beaten tennis shoes with knee-high dinged socks, looking as though she walked through many puddles. her hair is white and grey, tied in a sloppy bun with peices of it spwaled over her forehead and laying over her ears. she holds an umbrella over them both, even though the sky is blue, not event the distance painted with the littlest streaks of darkness. but she holds it. steady, as if waiting for the pour to come down over them. like a pessimist waiting for bad news.
the darker skinned women had a body to make her seem young, but her face looked as if she was of age ; what having no roof can make a person look like is beyond any of us with decent walls. her raincoat was short, and the floral drapes she wore beneath were just that, drapes. over her body like a dress, stopping just abover her ankles to bare her naked feet. hair ebony and clumbed but long, frizzed and shiny but full of grief. she pushes a shopping cart infront of them, full of bundles of blankets and duvets and sheets and cloth.
they walk together, slow, but in unison, down a long stretch of road where both directions lead to nowhere. where they came from is the same as where they're going. no one really knows.
the light skinned women is old. her face is wrinkled and smeared of age. under her plastic rain coat lays a dress that looks like a sheet from way-back-when. she wears old beaten tennis shoes with knee-high dinged socks, looking as though she walked through many puddles. her hair is white and grey, tied in a sloppy bun with peices of it spwaled over her forehead and laying over her ears. she holds an umbrella over them both, even though the sky is blue, not event the distance painted with the littlest streaks of darkness. but she holds it. steady, as if waiting for the pour to come down over them. like a pessimist waiting for bad news.
the darker skinned women had a body to make her seem young, but her face looked as if she was of age ; what having no roof can make a person look like is beyond any of us with decent walls. her raincoat was short, and the floral drapes she wore beneath were just that, drapes. over her body like a dress, stopping just abover her ankles to bare her naked feet. hair ebony and clumbed but long, frizzed and shiny but full of grief. she pushes a shopping cart infront of them, full of bundles of blankets and duvets and sheets and cloth.
they walk together, slow, but in unison, down a long stretch of road where both directions lead to nowhere. where they came from is the same as where they're going. no one really knows.
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i want us to have a summer romance
just like we're fifteen
and not giving a damn
about the rest of the world
sneaking out, staying up late
making out, making love
counting stars, counting your freckles
sleeping in your bed, waking up to your smile
i find this place in my dreams
i just want it to be reality
but that's near impossible
when you're so far away
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They wipe away your tears.
You melt in their embrace.
Their kisses leave you breathless.
Their body, mind and soul, fit yours in what can only be described as perfection. To say you're in love with this person, is almost an understatement. You adore them. Everything they are, and everything they do.
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decorate her arm
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from head to toe
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to let them know
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with our rainbow pride
fighting for those
who still have to hide
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i know this sucks P:
inspired by the scene in The Skeleton Key,
where she's driving to the house and passes
by those two women. it just hit me, i don't know why.
i wrote this as soon as i saw it, but didn't finish it.
so today i found it in my files and decided to wrap it up.
making this.... wow. um. almost a year old.
ughhh. i hate the lit categories now. so weird.
um. The Skeleton Key is not my movie. [obviously.]
enjoy, comments and opinions welcome and loved. ♥
inspired by the scene in The Skeleton Key,
where she's driving to the house and passes
by those two women. it just hit me, i don't know why.
i wrote this as soon as i saw it, but didn't finish it.
so today i found it in my files and decided to wrap it up.
making this.... wow. um. almost a year old.
ughhh. i hate the lit categories now. so weird.
um. The Skeleton Key is not my movie. [obviously.]
enjoy, comments and opinions welcome and loved. ♥
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they wore clear plastic rain jackets with hoods like the girls in elementary school,
walking to their friend's house from their's, only two houses down.
i really like the tone this sets, and you keep it up throughout the piece.
it feels a little disconnected in places, but it definitely doesn't suck!
walking to their friend's house from their's, only two houses down.
i really like the tone this sets, and you keep it up throughout the piece.
it feels a little disconnected in places, but it definitely doesn't suck!