Friday, February 08, 2008
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The Steps We Took (Out Amongst the Dead)
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Bucket of Tongues
By Duncan McLean
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There are skulls in this chamber.
There are skulls and bones and the bones are dry and brittle and the skulls have once had lights behind their eye sockets.
In this chamber, death rises from the floor like mist, and birthing from the dirt beneath our feet it hangs there heavy upon itself, threatening to envelop us if only we would come one step closer.
I grab for you, take your hand because we both struggle against the weight of this air, we both feel the whisper of lips on our cheeks, and ears. These voices. These muffled shrieks and muted screams contract in our throats as the air we breathe turns to words that fall heavy on our tongues and lips.
They long to tell us stories.
Together, we crave something to flood our throats and senses.
Opening this cellar door we saw the bottles scattered out among the bones, begging for light, they capture what little follows us in and throw it back against the wall in streams of urgent cobalts,
violets.
Our hands fall apart and I realize you've turned away. I know I should follow you, together we could seal this place and forget all that we have felt, but as I step into this fog, I know that I can never return to what came before.
And I am not surprised.
I turn for one last look before the light is gone,
such colors,
such vibrance.
I shut my eyes.
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Comments (6)
Mental illness in children, my choice, I'm focusing on bipolar disorder and the large increase in recent diagnosis', arguing whether or not they are being misdiagnosed. Because the professionals are dealing with extremely large alarming numbers of new cases in younger and younger patients. Which raises red flags in my mind. Parts of it are in my most recent entry.
Wow. You have a knack for being descriptive, which is awesome, blossom, opossum.oh this is dark, it's great. I wonder if the pictures inspire the words, or if you write and then find accompanying pictures. either way, it works.
and author recommendations! take your time, but do send it over when you get them compiled. I'm behind about 2 dozen unread books anyway, hah. how they just sit there on the floor, piled, lonely.
The picture had me thinking catacombs before I saw the wine bottles. Awsome on all counts.
Happy Lunar New Year! I'm a tiger as well =)
I haven't.. Is that "the life of Pi?" I've heard a lot of good things about that one :).