she laid there, unmoving for a long while. just thinking, dreaming about the possibilities.
the odds that he is thinking the same thing are slim.
she is an average girl.
long brown black hair.
big blue green eyes.
a crooked jaw.
she is high as the sky.
she swings.
back and forth.
back and forth.
the swishing of the air around her making a whirring noise in her ear.
he whispers, clemontine what will you do when no one cares?
she replies, the same thing i always do, hide in the moonbeams of the endless night.
they kiss and he disappears into a figment of her imagination.
the whirring is replaced with silence.
five feet eight inches she towers.
a hundred and thirty pounds she holds.
sixteen years of solemness she surrenders to the chirps of the crickets.
an abundantly low self esteem she jumps from her fears and rolls onto the cold dead grass.
she glances upward and sees the black sky engulf her.
only a few stars keeping her from insanity.
she gasps for air but can only breathe water.
her lungs fill with bitter doom.
then she wakes from her nightmare only to find that she is all alone yet her dreams will soon form reality.
longing gazes lure me in
