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Wonder and Amazement
Upon the destruction of Snow Whites world, I went seeking other worlds, in hopes that I would find a place to call my own, or if I was lucky; a Princess.
I stumbled on to a world, with an old Château which was owned by a vain old woman
and her two daughters. As I lurked in the darkness of the shadows of the house
I notice that they were dressed up for an extravagant event of some sort. Then
a young maid with golden hair came rushing down the stairs, more beautiful than
either of the two sisters.
She donned a pink dress and blue beads. When her sisters saw the gown she wore, they
became enraged and ripped the dress to shreds; the mother calmed the scene and
directed the two uglier girls to the carriage waiting just out the front door.
Once the three had left the young maid went rushing for the house, and out into the
garden. She began to weep on the stone bench that lay under the willow tre
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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