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10 April 2009 @ 01:26 am
Woolly Mammoth.  
I felt the anger and sadness weld up inside of me. I took slow, cautious steps. Faced the mirror, fell apart. Undressed myself, beating heart. Looked into my eyes, I lost. This new body has its cost. These dreams are only goals. Entire houses heated by the smallest coals. I am not into madness, I am a product of my sadness. To be so very alone. I looked at myself. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. I screamed. I tugged at my hair and scratched at my chest. Alarms signaling inside, no, this is not a test. Burning acid making its way to my head.

The creature in the mirror was distorted. Water helps dilute what we cannot bear to see. He was convulsing as I was shaking. He said "If it's yours, then it's mine for the taking." And then I sang.

And then he sang:


I am only a little older
I am only a little older
I repeated to myself

The pain caused me to freeze
But I am not a Woolly Mammoth
I am not a Woolly Mammoth

No
I may be extinct
But I am not a Woolly Mammoth
Of which they're so eager to claim

No
But what I would give to be
 
 
 
apples_kiwi: Mark Rydenapples_kiwi on April 10th, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
He was convulsing as I was shaking. He said "If it's yours, then it's mine for the taking." And then I sang.

Creepy... So fucking creepy. I love it.
rachel, mayberchlfch on August 6th, 2009 01:24 am (UTC)
i love the mixture of poetry and rhyme schemes into your paragraphs. it's poetic, but the story isn't restricted by form.
i also just.. like it. (: