I've never felt so incapable of helping someone. I'm at a complete loss. She cries and hangs her pretty head, then wipes it all away. It's nothing, it's nothing. Nothing.
The lines in my vision blur, all things melting into one chaotic mess. I have no solace for her. Nothing.
The redness fades in time but the remnant of sadness hangs heavy in the air all around her like a dense mosquito net that holds the insects in instead of keeping them out. Let it out. Out.
Let what out? The invisible pests buzz in my ear but I can't see them. What's the problem? Where does it hurt? You can't fix what's not broken... but something is broken. What? What.
1 comment:
okay you little sneak. you totally do have a blog. sheesh. poetic post. what are you talking about inadequate writer garbage? i love you.
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