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You’re moving around in this weird mechanic way Almost falling over with every step you take but at the same time you seem so aware of every limb of your body When your eyes turn to me out of nowhere I smile gently and act like I’m not aware that you’re drunk again I watch you as you keep doing your mechanic walk like a one year old taking its first steps I watch you being watched by others I watch you stop for a moment Catching your breath I watch you as you look around You look like you’ve forgotten where you are and where you’re going Like you’ve been sleepwalking and now woke up in the middle of the street I watch you as you start walking again I’m watching your legs carefully How they seem to get tangled up with one other and how you for some reason manage to not fall I watch as you eventually stumble and watch you grab the brick wall to stop yourself from falling I watch you as you cross the corner not realizing there’s stairs I watch you as you trip down the first step in slow motion until you gain speed and stumble into a sandy haired girl and you both fall down at the end of the stairs I hear her crying It’s the most horrible sound and something inside of me makes me get up immediately and run to the stairs I take one look at the ground forgetting the girl is even there Head is cracked Legs misplaced Blood puddle I want to look away but I can’t And the crying turns into yelling turns into screaming and now I notice you Your face violet as bruises Blood on your hands and shin I run down to get you And I grab you Lifting up your tiny body so heavy with emotions I almost drop you There’s nothing I can do but hold you And you cling to my blue sweater You cling to my body and grab hold of my skin So helpless yet so strong And I cling to you and your red dress And as your tears fall onto my collar I listen to your silent cries of sorrow I cry for you and I cry for everything bad that’s ever happened And we sit like this for hours Forgetting everything else but the pain I make myself believe you understand me You understand my pain | ||||||||||||||
 | haleløs | 2015-06-07 18:49:23 |
he's watching his drunk wife tumble around, eventually falling down the stair and dragging someone else (the maid, perhaps?) with her in the fatal falling.
He's rushing to her; but not alarming paramedics nor police?
Hmmm... to me, the story sounds like and illogical dream ;)
sincerely ...
NB "Blood on your hands and shin" = sKin
He's rushing to her; but not alarming paramedics nor police?
Hmmm... to me, the story sounds like and illogical dream ;)
sincerely ...
NB "Blood on your hands and shin" = sKin
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