[About it]
A blug of worrying warts
and sooth-saying


[Yukyak]
Name: Zara Tak
Age: 20
Location: Austin, TX
Email: Gmail
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[Multi.Blug]
[x] Oma
[x] A Modern Shell


[Linx]
Zara Tak







[Scripts]

3.03.2009

He bites his lip as a catalyst.

His mind wanders as his feet do too.
First on the carpet around his bed, to and fro
his thoughts are playing Pong with the solution.
He is restless
Unending movie reel--
replay the sin and the sinned.

The door falls shut behind him,
The hallway hisses length at him,
wandering ensues once more.

She rolls over,
Head after heal,
She balances his heart heart in the nipple of her breast.

His mind runs as his feet do too.
the door falls shut,
the sidewalk hisses length,
Chills ride his spine, to and fro
and the buzzing begins a crescendo.

"How are you?"
"Did you hear?"
"Oh, I know!"
"How are you?"
Laughter.

He sinks in his steps
Outside the building he knew her in,
the room he kissed her in,
the sheets he touched her on.
His head leans back and the window's shades are drawn.
The glass flashes white above him and he gets a clue.
He gets determined
he gets an idea
he gets half of a brain on what to do.

That boy grows 10 inches right on the sidewalk where
his step had sunk,
his eyes had welled,
a movie replayed.
His spirit stretched its arms and out of his hair grew upward toward the window he stood beneath.
The wind swayed his height
and the buzzing was just before climax
and loud as a yell.
There was nothing else in his rambling head.
The pads of his fingers felt the tiny rocks scattered about the edge of the window's sill,
and a bead of sweat slid down the front of his ear
behind his jaw,
and down his neck.

Open, retrieve, close.
Search, love (got), loss
Get, got, lose

When the glass and wood and paint contraption was widest in its open
a bird flew,
feathers and all.
His hands rose wildly to grasp the fluttering life
and for a moment,
like a hummingbird,
she lingered to flap a tiny goodbye to the flower.

But there in all his flailing,
he had ensnared her.

She laid as calm,
as silent,
as demure as all hell
before he opened his hands to their widest and she flew,
feathers and all,
without a flap.

In the distance, a chirp.

posted by Tazarat @ 9:27 PM

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