petrichor badwolf's blog: "just some stuff"

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She walked, awake

trapped inside her dream

speaking words they could not hear

thundered silence from her scream

what you doin chile

where you goin chile

the stranger whispered in her ear

she looked in to the strangers eyes

and vomited her fear

"when I stand here, he is there

when I stand there he's here

the point at which we cross paths

has some how disappeared."

Whats yer name chile

whats yer game chile

the stranger whispered in her ear

"there's no game

I simply came

because it wasn't *back*

but now I don't know where is here"

look around you chile

I have found you chile

you aint as gone as you've been told

keep a walkin chile

keep a talkin chile

pull yourself up out the cold

she turned her head then back again

the stranger disappeared

she walked on through her waking dream

for more years on top of years

maybe ten, maybe twenty

just how long it isn''t clear

but now and then she remembers

that stranger in her ear

whats ahead and whats behind

really cant cause no more fear

'cause when it comes right down to it

here just simpy is just here

 

 

 

Learning to count

 

Her eyes widened

when she saw the colors that could be wash clothed on to the skin

can I have one mama?

Oh I want one mama!

Her eyes sparkled and danced and they grinned

One to Thirty, One to Thirty

its the price you have to pay

Just One to Thirty, One to Thirty

if you count...

then we will tattoo away!

One to ten flew by in a breath

eleven came with a squint

two teen then three teen then fourteen then five teen

and so on and so on it went

on the cheeks she had some cherries

a raven went down on her chest

her shoulder a gourd

sometimes even the lord

(he only likes pretty people mama! What? He dont like ugly)

the little tattooed girl was adored.

Today she is nine or will be real soon

she likes snakes and minecraft and yarn

string theory of science, and all things giants

and orcs and elves and dwarves

She is loving and kind

with an opening mind

she is bright as the shining sun

sometimes for me

she is still three

and I simply look

and see

the baby

counting to thirty from one

 

 

 

 

souls

I can almost see your face
almost hear your voice
remember whats not happened yet
some illusion of a choice
i recognize your laughter
in some distant memory
a trace of you the crafter
of this silent reverie
bittersweet, i wait