Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Come and Get Me

This night is too hot and tempermental to wear anything but underclothes, and there's nothing to do but sit at the window and wait for my life to begin, or at least for a breeze to drift in and breathe calming words on my feverish skin.
This sheet of framed glass shares with me a world of streetlights and shadows, of danger games and love to be lost or gained once and for all, and the shade seems a welcomed shelter from the heat of the day. Someone creeps along the road, and I wonder if they see me, burning in this light, sheltered in this box, framed by this window that at once teaches freedom and prevents me from tasting it. Until I leap.


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