SicknessShe has all the symptoms:Sickness5 years ago in Free Verse
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pulling air into her lungs
is a valiant civil war
(and shes wondering who the victor is),
she has a slouch like Lincoln,
like an NBA star without the fame,
if they had ever wanted to
go somewhere and not be recognized
by only an abnormal height, by a difference,
if they had wanted to hide in front of people,
as if she were something small and furred
with button eyes and predators, and a tail
she could tuck between her legs.
Her friends are whispering
and she can listen
because shes good at not being noticed by now,
there are words like lovesickness and who?
but she whispers kyphosis,
that ended when he died clutching the gypsy
Esmerelda after being denied by her,
and he can only hold her when she does not know shes being held,
when not being able to breathe is not a problem.
Theme 9- SAKURAWhen she left, the leaves still hung on the branches like fat caterpillars. Now, the skin droops beneath the neck of the lady across the street, and the young boy waits at the window.Theme 9- SAKURA5 years ago in Short Stories
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When a year passed, then three, the trees lining the streets flared with gold-orange hues, and the bark shifted on the trunk. The lady across the street, she walks with a limp, her constant companion her mahogany cane, now that her husband has returned to the grave. And the young boy is losing his baby fat, his arms long enough to reach the cupboards over the sink.
When time flew, and the trees were drifting with snow, hung with icicles, people skirted the darkened house with its sooty windows. They would not look at the marks on the doorthe scratch, scratch, scratch of an axe blade over the peeling paint on wood. And the lady across the street, she stays inside, her legs and hands shaky with palsy, her mind a patchwork of blank spaces and forgotten memories. And the boy, he is not so young anymore,