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Daily Deviation
January 18, 2011
Where Cats Go. by ~winterbelle makes use of powerful imagery to plant seeds in your dreams.
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Literature Text
I'm the girl who inhaled the world.
Lucid dreaming backwards, kicking rocks
Skipping rocks, stacking boulders
Building the earth's womb,
I planted dreams.
The pyramids; triangle hips, sleep apnea; her postmortem floods and quakes
Nine months later,
I placed pennies over her eyes, Inhaled. Exhaled-
And heaved out mounds of soil, wet vines,
Some dark, cavernous underground.
My ribs choked and packed Creation. My temper split Pangaea
And by Sunday I had left Earth to live with the Cats.
Lucid dreaming backwards, kicking rocks
Skipping rocks, stacking boulders
Building the earth's womb,
I planted dreams.
The pyramids; triangle hips, sleep apnea; her postmortem floods and quakes
Nine months later,
I placed pennies over her eyes, Inhaled. Exhaled-
And heaved out mounds of soil, wet vines,
Some dark, cavernous underground.
My ribs choked and packed Creation. My temper split Pangaea
And by Sunday I had left Earth to live with the Cats.
Literature
Appassionata
Claire does not find him at his funeral.
Dean's body lies in an open casket, face-up with soft wrinkles and loose muscles. There is nothing of her husband in this corpse. He was rough and jagged. It seems wrong to see his edges smoothed down.
She hovers over his body and feigns sorrow. She hears family and friends weep and whisper comfort into each others' ears behind her. They offer their words and shoulders to her and she nods politely and pretends to cry.
All the while, she traces the ring on her finger and does not flinch when the diamond cuts into skin.
Claire looks for her husband. It is exhausting, but she has time.
In the rooms o
Literature
things i've yet to tell you.
i. last night i woke up just in time
to pronounce myself dead.
i figured, at the very least
i deserve to say it first.
i figure i've earned that much.
instant death- or
death in an instant-
allegedly painless.
they try to tell you
earnestly
"she never felt a thing"
ii. ryan,
remember that
your heart beats until it doe
Literature
Uncoordinated Longitude
When I picked up the phone she told me that she missed the trains
and the way the rain smelled in the summer.
I scratched a pattern in the table with my thumbnail. I stretched
the phone cord between my fingers and said I was sorry.
She asked what I had to be sorry about and I told her I didn't know.
I twisted the cord into a clover shape while I remembered
her laugh when we picked up the penny off of the tracks, tossing it
back and forth, watching it catch the light and throw it back.
She asks me where I am and I know she does not ask where so much
as why.
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Geez Louise, guys, thank you for the Daily Deviation! I'm so flattered!
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Geez Louise, guys, thank you for the Daily Deviation! I'm so flattered!
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This is beautiful, Love the wording