To stop the stars from devouring me, I shield my eyes with false day. I cover my face with plastic flowers, cheap forget-me-nots and daisies. I blind my eyes with the ravaging summer sun and ignore the stars of truth. But the earth moves in an ongoing circle, and night falls again. I am eaten away. I can feel the truth gnawing and worrying at my bones, like a hound dog. I just want to be numb, I want to disassemble myself and put my heart on a shelf, until its safe to feel again. I wan to sit there, staring at it until the summer, when the stars rarely com to feast upon my ragged bones. In the dark I desperately beg to be out of the burning truth, but I forget all about it when the lying sun rises again.
(i dont quite know if i like this writing, any suggestions?)
I love this Kace. I think its amazing.
ReplyDeleteI think this would be a great start to building a character for a short story as opposed to a stand alone piece...just a thought!
ReplyDeleteI love this. I agree with Horvath. I want to know the story behind the speaker's feelings. This is some really powerful writing, and I really think that you should continue it. Again, I LOVE this.
ReplyDeleteCan I use this as the beginining of that essay that's due Wednesday, Horvath? The short story one that's on the A.I?
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