Status: Active so far. I would love comments.
Fluttergirl
to go home, to not be alone.
Fingers as broken as toe nails wrap themselves over
the buss handle. Cars pass and go, leaving the fragile
thing to walk home alone. Streetlights turn on and the
dark starts setting in.
“Go home,” they whisper. But she's not listening.
“Go home now, lil' girl.” She keeps on walking.
Wind howls like werewolves in full moon. The
leaves stir, they stir, and stir, and stir, and stir.
And as they stir, the wind howls some more. It
makes the femme wrap her arms around herself.
She just wants to go home. She wants to be warm.
She wants to go home.
She wants. She wants. She wants. And wants ...
One street lamp is out above her head, above the
trees, and she shivers. She doesn't like the night,
she doesn't like the cold, she doesn't like being
alone.
Dark sets in on her, and she tries to ignore the
quiet surrounding her. It engulfs her like a mudslide.
The sidewalk is mocking her, the concrete stretching
farther and farther upstream. She wants to beat it, she
longs to beat it.
She wants to go home, she wants to be warm. She wants.
the buss handle. Cars pass and go, leaving the fragile
thing to walk home alone. Streetlights turn on and the
dark starts setting in.
“Go home,” they whisper. But she's not listening.
“Go home now, lil' girl.” She keeps on walking.
Wind howls like werewolves in full moon. The
leaves stir, they stir, and stir, and stir, and stir.
And as they stir, the wind howls some more. It
makes the femme wrap her arms around herself.
She just wants to go home. She wants to be warm.
She wants to go home.
She wants. She wants. She wants. And wants ...
One street lamp is out above her head, above the
trees, and she shivers. She doesn't like the night,
she doesn't like the cold, she doesn't like being
alone.
Dark sets in on her, and she tries to ignore the
quiet surrounding her. It engulfs her like a mudslide.
The sidewalk is mocking her, the concrete stretching
farther and farther upstream. She wants to beat it, she
longs to beat it.
She wants to go home, she wants to be warm. She wants.
♠ ♠ ♠
Yes, I know, I already have Ophelia that I need to work on. But I felt like writing something different. Feel free to point out anything you don't like or things I should change. :)