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By Lydia Date: 2003 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.23.13.07.4892]] |
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Terrorized by this constant falling, I have abruptly reached the bottom. It is stone and has surely bruised more than just my body. I held fast to the edge, clawed for the seam in the mortar, and dug my toes into the deepest of cracks. Alas, my efforts failed me in the most magnificent of spectacles. All those peering down my hole can gawk; I have no anger to shoo them away. Humility hit hardest, and first. Then my mind. Immediately following, my gift of laughter. Lastly and without a sound, my my heart is floating closer and closer to this dank floor, upon which I sit. As she floats, her threads spiral softly behind her. Light and full of wind, pinks and purples glistening, and the strings twisting and twirling. Dammit! Won't she ever make it down to me so I can match thread to color and make her whole again? |