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The ShellI recall the days events.
A wave here.
Hellos and goodbyes there.
Something resembling me talks to my friends.
But throughout it all, I am no where to be found.
I stand back, ten feet away,
Watching a shell live my life.
The automaton is convincing,
Everyone believes in it.
But I dont know if they believe in me.
I stand alone in a black hallway,
A single window far out of my reach.
The window is small, the edges blurry,
But I see clearly regardless.
I feel the vibrations from the shell.
Nothing restrains me,
And I am thrown around the dark hallway.
My body is bruised,
My sight is weak.
The only thing I can see is that window.
The shell walks for me, talks for me,
Telling the lies I dont want to hear.
But it communicates better than I ever could.
It says the things that I cant.
And yet, it still moves about.
I reach out for anything to hold on to,
But I find nothing, no one.
Im trapped in this tiny world,
Inside the shell.
It All Falls DownGraduation:
The happiest day of my life, so far.
Four years of hard work,
Acknowledged in a two hour
Parade of speeches and names.
Proud tidings, pre-written inspirations.
Three days later,
I'm working the 9 to 5.
Punching the clock,
My face aches
From the forced smiles.
My ear is tired
I don't try to make them miserable
I'm too polite to hang up.
Bad form, old chap.
I need that:
Check, check, check.
I arrive home,
A "cheap" studio
"We have a special offer forů"
I try to relax.
A small dinner
The news is depressing.
I fall asleep
I wake up
Clock in early.
Get some work done early
Before the customers arrive
I do my job
I am become indispensable
For my own good
"What would we do without you?"
I am become numb.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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