Mold or Old (standard:poetry, 135 words)
Author: Akasha	Added: Aug 10 2004	Views/Reads: 2918/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Exploring what growing old will be... clean/moldy, light/dark, clear/murky, solid/slimy?

Clinging to the mold covered ledge 

Cold and wet... 

drip drip drip... 

Her nails were black with dirt 

Ragged from clawing 

How long had the roach been on her hand? 

Yesterday was shopping, champagne pedicure at Washington's 

Massage by Erik and martinis at O's 

Today was this 

trembling appendages, chattering incisors, bloody blisters 

and rodents. 

I was so tired 

I had eight hours of sleep the night before 

Why couldn't I hang on to the ledge? 

Why couldn't I kick the fat rat and watch his eyeballs explode? 

Leave me here... 

I don't want to grow old 

I don't want to get Alzheimer's 

I don't want to get a 3% discount on a cup of coffee at Hardee's 

Just let me stay here in the dark 

On the ledge    with my friends     and the mold. 


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