HopeA Chapter by Laura Lynnaccademia, accademico, accadere
Academy of little playgrounds, why the children
Curse quickly in some parts, where there is a manner of speaking. Cut down the dead tree hanging over the house. I'm not getting away. Attitudes have changed. Someone fell through the roof. Dandruff shampoo was a fine solution to our family problems. Emissions inspections, car insurance, property taxes, Mascots for high school football games. It was raining, Intelligible minutes felt nice, we sat side by side, Attics away from this roof. I'm gone from here and there Audiovisuals have helped them lay down the plans, keep us awake. Cut-off dates have to give the person enough time for Cute decisions. Perhaps it is better not to be cute. Attack of the killer mother, those passive-aggressive women, Daredevils at night, nothing like me. I create difference then. Emotion gets us. We have time to reflect. I am not busy now Martial law isn't something I have been taught. I am worried. Introductions have been made; everything went awry. Cutlery was taken, but some of us are eclectic; Outstretched arms, I see him drawing the flocks. Attachments they have we have here there. Of course, I never said I did not Cycle. I never said I did not appreciate that things were Cylindrical or complicated. (I know it doesn't mean much) Attempting all this, but I still wanted the unconditional attention that Dark brooding cockiness. Humanity is not proud every moment. I have not Entirely tried to reach you all. She is too tall for me, I was a Recurrent nightmare, a bad dream, tried and found inadequate Entrenched in the kids' play area, just waiting, writing © 2014 Laura Lynn |
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