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The Prayer Of "Dead Girl walking"
Here I sit, breathing
time. Death
wraps around me,
coiling, the creeping
ivy o'er walls too
straight and wet to climb.
I slip, slip, slip;
then say, "hell with it,"
as I lay praying for
the next bus
to take me riding to
my final stop:
Where blue fields are
immortal, and
my eyelids
will redden
and swell
nevermore.
Fran,
I just adore your work.
This piece is incredibly moving, and would be still if I didn't know your present situation, which is heartbreaking at best. Your ability to find new ways to express such emotion is enviable. You absolutely had me at the opening lines... "Here I sit, breathing/ time. the line break is perfect and profoundly swims in my head. I'm straight again there with, "I slip, slip, slip;" and then you almost allow my breath out with, "Where blue fields are
immortal, and/ my eyelids/ will redden/ and swell/ nevermore."
Truly,
Madame O