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The Eclectic Pen - November 25th 1944

By: Jessi H. (willpowered)   + 3 more  
Date Submitted: 3/4/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 80

November 25th 1944
And Now
(Waiting for Sabastian)

Sun falls, a bronze nickel
Round as the ring on my finger.
Blazing through branches spread
Taunt and grasping as my knuckles white against red curtains
Suddenly gone.

The moonlight shatters
Into bright splinters of cold
Frost webs on my window, open above my shoulder.
Gasping as wind burns tear streaks cutting my cheeks.
No wind will blow him
No candle guide him home.

Spilling like a cat, I fall
Red silk tightens across my throat,
Against the window sill
I am
A silhouette swinging, once again.

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Jennifer D. (i--luv--ChRiSt) - 3/7/2007 4:35 PM ET
depressing and scary ...
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