[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]

11.17.2009
My phone's battery has been low for at least three days now
and I just noticed,
as I plugged a charging end into the bottom of it,
that I ached a little.
I didn't bother looking for it;
I was out of my right mind all night
looking for them,
scatterbrained
hanging out of a car window,
hoarse-voiced
wearing a thin dress in mid-November.
My blood was warm enough
from worry
then anger that curdled it.

We ran her car down to “E”
finding them.
And I said
“They always just show up eventually”
and I repeated it all night,
even after we found them.

Thin legs with tender soles
taunted the road before them
where they had been lifted from.
Her jaw laid open
as he touched her
“She just died a moment ago”
Pain did seer terribly.
My heart ached and I gripped at my chest hoping to cut off the poison the site secreted.

Blood on her lips was a movie's soldier
coughing up himself in his last breath.
A wound on her chest was a memory on the stairs,
tired from a run and a sticker bush barreled-through.

I caught myself screaming
in the passenger seat;
I stayed in the car
and watched him lift the blanket
and cover his mouth
and turn away
and he said all night
that was the saddest thing he'd ever seen.

I talked to her while we waited,
laughed a little at her, how stupid
told her how good looking she was,
then I felt sick
and I had to stop.

Laughter was my abuello's funeral:
my sister and I ate candy in Abuellita's kitchen
and my mother was furious.

We saw her sister walking along the roadside,
she stood shivering,
crying eyes,
eager into my arms.
I talked to her the way back,
she watched to road.

I left the house that night,
for fear of it
and drove into the city
and laid
tightly woven into his arms.
Many tears left me during the course,
and still I lay in a strange state:
my mind wrapped around reality,
replaying the darkest images to wear out the hurt.
My heart unwilling to see them;
she entertains a dull ache.

posted by Tazarat @ 9:37 PM

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