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down upon it, bursting with the expectation for more.
A primeval scream pierced the air. Brakes screeched, lights flashed, phones
dialed, people yelled. Flaming hair streaming, her body possessed by an
uncontrollable force, she burst out of the tram, flying to comfort her in last
moments of life. But she was gone: as quick as that. A tiny limp, lifeless body
sprawled on the road. ‘
NO! NO! DON’T! STAY WITH ME – PLEASE… NO,
Jessie…’ Scream.
…
Puddles:
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he never got to say goodbye. She screeched at the driver, at the ambulance when
they came. Wildly begging fantasy of reality
.
I murdered the only person in the world who loved and accepted
me for who I was.
Without you, I am that savage, selfish monstrosity my condition
always threatened. I’m terrified of that beast who will rip and tear
me to shreds, forever chasing me – who only you could tame. But
now I won’t put up a fight, because I need you back.
She looks half dead. There is no fuel for her spirit, the dancing flames in her
eyes now snuffed. She’ll neither speak, nor eat. Simply existing because her body
hasn’t given up yet, though her mind did long ago.
My life is a flurry: wild and merciless, an endless whirling spiral.
You didn’t deserve to go.
I loved seeing you gaze back through that imperfect wobble of
water, as though you were only past the microscopic molecules of
the surface, back in the world I used to know, three months, two
weeks, six days, eight hours and twenty-seven minutes ago...
But I can’t pretend any more. I need Jessie back. So I’m letting go
– away from the flurry.
‘
Flurry
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