four. something awful happened.

four. something awful happened.

A Chapter by freelancejouster









forty minute drive,
the entirety of it spent picking at scabs
and gnawing on your bottom lip,
not really looking forward
to the destination,
not really enjoying the drive.


pull in hastily
and rest your forehead against the steering wheel,
clouding eyes remembering
what you'd been yearning to forget.

lock the door and climb the steps,
stand outside the door
with the crooked twelve,
mustering and capturing courage
that you're not sure you're able to.


a hesitant knock
and you feel like fleeing,
wondering how quickly you can leave the building,
how fast you can make it down that flight of stairs,
how likely it would be for him to not see y-

and then you hear the creaking of the door


and take a breath,


and fragments of imagined situations
of what must have happened that afternoon
flash past your eyes
and you feel like collapsing then and there
and sobbing until there's nothing left inside
nothing left for you to cry about,
no thoughts of her in his or your mind.

you want to weep yourself free of this situation.



and step inside.














© 2011 freelancejouster



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ooo a sad write here - poignant - the drive - the anticipation and fear - teh gnawing of a lip - picking at scabs and mental scabs as we all do - as supported by the later imagined situations - the what happends - as the mind runs off picking at those scabs - to weep yourself out of the situation - I like that notion - not literally lol but the idea of it - perhaps one many cling to - as if the tears can be some sort of purge - and then after all that you step inside... hmm it makes us wonder where you're going - and lets us wander off on our own little story! nice!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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OT
ooo a sad write here - poignant - the drive - the anticipation and fear - teh gnawing of a lip - picking at scabs and mental scabs as we all do - as supported by the later imagined situations - the what happends - as the mind runs off picking at those scabs - to weep yourself out of the situation - I like that notion - not literally lol but the idea of it - perhaps one many cling to - as if the tears can be some sort of purge - and then after all that you step inside... hmm it makes us wonder where you're going - and lets us wander off on our own little story! nice!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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