Subject | A story? or just nothing. Just Sophie |
DateCreated | 1/1/2007 7:06:00 PM |
PostedDate | 1/1/2007 6:35:00 PM |
Body | She's entering life and then click- one bulet click- two bullets click- three bullets and click- I'm hanging up on you, (daddy) -- Ring -and they're staring ring -and they're whispering whispering things but she can't see them talking and- ring this is me again -ring this is me again. hear me? feel me pickup and listen -- She's tripping but- dial tone picks up but- dial tone She won't have to see them to know that they're there they trip her but- dial tone dial tone Except when he's calling her: Hey girl you need to disconnect -- She can't see herself but she's beautiful, beautiful- ring -with her glasses on a pause and a click. -- A slight hint of faltering and- click there's distrust on the other end the lust on the other end touching her, as she walks down the hall click- click- click... -- There's rage and there's hate and there's pure desperation loneliness, tolerance fading, and fading frustration, and malice and they're there, but it's dark and it goes on forever and click? -- It's all his fault slam It's all his fault slam he made me the way I am slam -- Ring ring ring hello? put down the tellophone pull out the cord [redacted, fake phone number but still], girl click, click just disconect --- Yea, I'm not quite sure what that was about... I hate how "am" rhymes with "slam" but I'm not quite sure how to fix it... O well That's the story |