To Exist OutsideA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)A walk would do me good, they said - a
brisk jaunt at water’s edge, to
stain my pale skin pink, and fill my
lungs with hopeful air. Along
the dock I found my stride, avoiding
the iridescent entrails of fish, and
discarded J-hooks, glinting, like
long abandoned jewelry. I
caught the rhythm of laughing men casting
lines into a muddy harbor, and
I imagined breathing easier beneath that
murky reflection of Eos’ indigo eyes. Leave this cluttered chamber, they said - you
are fading into the papered walls, wilting
like a snipped Hyacinth, and strangely it
seemed, I traded one mausoleum for another, as
rough hands pulled curved metal from
wet throats, and together, (the
fish and I) our sides heaved, as we tried
desperately to exist in the wrong world. © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on October 12, 2013Last Updated on October 12, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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