Imagine

I can imagine her laid out in a car park, hair untied and a whiskey scented ribbon clutched in her hand. I can imagine that as it changes from day to night, from sun to moon, she won’t even flinch. I can imagine a short spell of sprinkled rain and again, no flinch. I can imagine her lighting cigarettes off other cigarettes and thinking how each cigarette is a grain of sand, falling through the cylinder of her existence. I can see her smiling at this thought.

I can imagine her at night on the cement steps of six storey car parks, listening to etiquette through a stolen mobile phone. I imagine her knowing the lines to every obscure verse. I imagine her singing each word in her mouth. Loud enough for only her to hear.

“Some things are best left unsaid”

I imagine her at a party, locked inside a friends room. She’d be alone. She’d be stoned. There’d be only the laptop light, a cool blue glow. She’d be holding a pen and it would be writing.

I imagine her muting sound each time she heard a footstep.

I imagine her to wear a t-shirt in winter. She’d like to feel the snowflakes pinch her skin.

I imagine her writing letters to dead men. Dead men she never knew.

I imagine her in a park. She feeds the ducks. She speaks to tramps. These are the only people who can hear her with no consequence.

She’ll pay them to listen.

They’d listen for free.

Reviews

[Luther]

what do you mean???? "why the mysterious '...' ?" doesn't make sense. what are you referring to?

[Kate]

why the mysterious '...' ?

[Luther]

it's about a girl who is happiest as an outsider, without having to be phoney and false...

[Kate]

thats really sweet. a real kinda of melancholy. i like how she has this sad, lonely existance and the reader pities her, but she doesn't mind, she seems to almost like it? nice lonely, wintery kind of imagery xx