It was effortless, a deep breath in winter that you could feel in your chest as a moment ended and a new one began. I stepped across, seeing the details in everything.
A single raindrop crawled to the end of your nose and jumped to the ground below, it joined the puddles around your feet, waiting for the game. I stepped close dropping my hand near to yours, just in-case you wanted to hold it. Her face was pale, but from a distance the blood on her cheeks made them look rosy, but only from a distance. Leaves brushed along the ground, watering the grass with the rain they had carried. Some blew across the field and stopped as they hit her body, accumulating next to her like a blanket that had fallen to her side during the night. The trees whispered, telling me you didn't want me to speak, not yet. I waited.
I wasn't actually there, my baby was at home tucked under her covers, safe. I walked to the edge, the tip of my shoes touching the grass that met the side of the path. Someone's hand was on my back, I didn't notice whose, maybe it was God. The night calmed me, the day was almost over, everything will be sorted out tomorrow. Nothing was real, this didn't even look like my town. My heart beat slowly as if I was ready to die. The clouds rolled in over the hill. Shadows came to take me away.
I saw my mum in the field. I wondered why she was out so late. I wasn't in my pajamas anymore. Someone was holding my hand. Everything was warm, even though I could see their breath. I was laid down in the wet grass, but now I was dry. I can remember my eyes closing, someone wrapped me in a blanket, I didn't notice who, maybe it was God. I could taste a sweetness at the back of my throat, like when you're drifting off to sleep. Someone tell me a story with a different ending.
A single raindrop crawled to the end of your nose and jumped to the ground below, it joined the puddles around your feet, waiting for the game. I stepped close dropping my hand near to yours, just in-case you wanted to hold it. Her face was pale, but from a distance the blood on her cheeks made them look rosy, but only from a distance. Leaves brushed along the ground, watering the grass with the rain they had carried. Some blew across the field and stopped as they hit her body, accumulating next to her like a blanket that had fallen to her side during the night. The trees whispered, telling me you didn't want me to speak, not yet. I waited.
I wasn't actually there, my baby was at home tucked under her covers, safe. I walked to the edge, the tip of my shoes touching the grass that met the side of the path. Someone's hand was on my back, I didn't notice whose, maybe it was God. The night calmed me, the day was almost over, everything will be sorted out tomorrow. Nothing was real, this didn't even look like my town. My heart beat slowly as if I was ready to die. The clouds rolled in over the hill. Shadows came to take me away.
I saw my mum in the field. I wondered why she was out so late. I wasn't in my pajamas anymore. Someone was holding my hand. Everything was warm, even though I could see their breath. I was laid down in the wet grass, but now I was dry. I can remember my eyes closing, someone wrapped me in a blanket, I didn't notice who, maybe it was God. I could taste a sweetness at the back of my throat, like when you're drifting off to sleep. Someone tell me a story with a different ending.
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