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Frozen Grass

Author: MC white
ASL Info:    20/Male/Ohio
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Words: 148
Class/Type: Misc /Misc
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Frozen Grass

Out a window, whose edges were frosted
I stared for hours it seemed.
Letting my eyes play over the concrete sidewalks
made even harder to my eyes by their brisk dusting of snow.
Behind my eyes my mind played a game with me, where it asked me if I was ready to believe that my grandmother was dead, or if I'd rather keep pretending that by standing alone in a stairway, looking out an ancient university window that I could keep the tears, which were sliding down my nose, from coming.
The window's caulking was old and the cold leaked through like a cancer, wisps chilling my cheeks and lacing around my fingers as they lay clenching the pane.
I loved her, and it was in this moment of frozen grass and untimely death that I realized it.

Not before. And for that I am ashamed.

Submitted on 2008-02-13 00:49:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  What a wonderful piece. I could feel the tears and remorse in every word. Great write. Jerilynn
| Posted on 2008-02-13 00:00:00 | by Jerilynn | [ Reply to This ]
  This is REALLY good. This piece paints such a picture in my minds eye. I also really like how even though its such a specific situation, yet it is easy to relate to. I also really like the last line because it seems the perfect way to end the piece.

| Posted on 2008-02-13 00:00:00 | by Selene | [ Reply to This ]

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