My Broken Existence (552 hits)
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Submitted by Wildcat (View user info) at 2005-01-26 11:04:23 EST
I lay here, in the shattered fragments of my former life. Like little pieces of shrapnel, pictures sit around me like I am the grenade that birthed them. Pieces of my forgotten happiness these pictures are.
Beer cans are strewn about the floor, interspersed by dried rose petals and souvenirs from our trips together. A lighthouse figurine rest broken on the floor; its shaft shattered by a drunken sadness.
The beige carpet becomes itchy but my gaze has fallen on a single strand of blonde hair. This is all I have left of her. Pictures mean nothing compared to remembered intimacy.
Sitting up, I take another sip of my scotch and realize that I had lost view of her hair. Slamming my face back down on the carpet, I scan for the last memento. There it is.
I pull it from the meshed fibers of the carpet, stretching it from its curled state. Its golden luminescence sparkles from the light peering through the blinds. This is all that is left, this is all that I have.
The memories crash into me, knocking the tears from eyes.
I can still remember the feel of her legs as I would run my fingers across them; silk. The memory of the touch of her hand on my back, motioning for me to come closer still burns. Her sweet kiss upon my brow as I sleep after my shift breaks me.
I am nothing without her.
Piercing the silence, I moan and get to my feet. I stumble around the room, trampling the fallen photos and kicking the pieces of my broken existence. I push the door to the apartment open and lean against the frame; I'm inebriated.
Leaving the door open, I bounce off of the walls towards the stairwell, spilling some scotch as I go. The stairwell door is propped open by a worn piece of wood, this makes my entrance that much easier. I climb stair after stair until I reach the service door and find that it is also open. There must be a reason.
Leaning through its doorway, I make my way across the roof and sit on the ledge, sipping my scotch.
"Gabe, what the fuck are you doing man?"
"Go away Scott, please."
"No way man! This is nuts, let's go back downstairs"
Scott is a good man. I've lived in this building for two years and he's always been friendly. His wife is a cute Filipina and he works hard to provide for her and their son; I respect this man.
"Look Scott, leave me alone. She's fucking gone man."
"I know Gabe, just chill out. Talk to me man, just talk"
Scott is trying to talk me like I'm going to kill myself. I'm just trying to get some fresh air. Why would he think I'm going to kill myself?
"Dude, just get off of the ledge and walk over here. Let it go."
"Scott, she's gone. There is nothing left for me. I am nothing without her."
Upon saying this, the weight of the situation caught up with me. She took her own life and left me behind. She left me. I'm going to find her.
"Dude, just get the fuck down."
Scott couldn't understand being left behind. He couldn't fathom the loneliness that invades your psyche. The idea that your soul gets cut in half is beyond him.
Knowing that the greatest thing to happen to me is gone, I lean backwards and watch the buildings seemingly rise around me.
Darling, I'm on my way.
User Reviews
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2005-01-26 18:37:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Yeah.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-01-26 14:34:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
SHE-NAN-I-GANS! you can't write when you're DEAD! ROFLCOPTER!
Submitted by InkyFingers (user info) at 2005-01-26 13:42:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
DAMMIT! Responding to this is stressing me out. On the one hand it's writing about misery which I ALMOST always give a -2. However, the wording is melodic and the details, origional. On the other hand, it focuses on a LOT of cliche turmoil (the hair, the all enveloping sadness, bla bla bla). So... +1 because you will probably write well when the topic is not not anus-times in the cornhole of excriment.
Live Long and Philosophize
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-01-26 13:35:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-01-26 11:16:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
What a selfish whore.
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-01-26 11:06:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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