The Erosion of a WednesdayA Poem by TemerityThe line cracks as though worms wriggle through the telephone wires. It is a Wednesday, a few billion years from the very day in which the world began, and you are telling me something that only the NSA and I can keep a secret, it seems. You did nothing today. This is the problem. On this day, a few billion years from when the world began, you heard her skull split like the divergence of tectonic plates straight through a New York alleyway. You watched the warping faces around you, the expressions that shifted as mountains do to raise their eyebrows at their peaks but they did nothing, too. You heard the screams as you walked away, assuming someone in the world would stop it. Someone else would hear it Someone else would call through the earthworm cracks, but they didn't. This time the crack in the phone is not from infested wires but from tears. It is a Wednesday, a few billion years from the very day in which the world began, the day bystanders heard the scream but could not stand to stop until they found her body, until the erosion of her body from the pavement was all that they could offer. © 2014 TemerityReviews
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Added on February 22, 2014Last Updated on February 22, 2014 Tags: poetry, society, complacency, violence AuthorTemerityAmherst, MAAboutUm, uh...hello! You all look quite dapper this evening. *ahem* Anyway! I'm an eighteen-year-old college student majoring in Psychology and (hopefully) Creative Writing. My favorite genre is realistic/.. more..Writing
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