|Mold or Old (standard:poetry, 135 words)|
|Author: Akasha||Added: Aug 10 2004||Views/Reads: 1693/0||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. Tweet
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