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Past the Bridge, Beyond the Junction


Author: Runes
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Past the Bridge, Beyond the Junction



Wine has never been a tender heartache,
merely a tonic to infuse when running short
of black deer blood. Preferably, I am dazed
with a cross hanging above my forehead,
a Huntress, a spirit-soul of German forests,
a car wreck waiting to happen on a back road
or a ghost caught in passing headlights
who left her sweater by a wooden bridge.

Mama burned out like an old porch light
and Daddy locked the door, keeping secrets
in a prison cell of pink paint and teddy bears.
There's no story of my last night of dancing
or why my dress is torn by briers, no reason
for the boys who stop and offer coats and kisses,
who never understand that there's no such thing
as "Home." I'm just the girl who fades at sun-up,
the one who always leaves her sweater behind
by the old wooden bridge.




Submitted on 2010-10-19 13:51:38     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  It is like you are in an episode of supernatural and any minute now Sam and Dean are going to show up to salt and burn your bones. Of course they would spend the better part of the show finding out just what your story was. Maybe they would bring in a reaper to help you move on. Now I know I am just a couch potato but I really like this one.
| Posted on 2010-12-04 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]
  
This is haunting and heavy, extremely visual by description and tone, like a story/photograph that came down from the Appalachian mountains, realizing that a coming down means a never going back. It's a certain cold that can't be staved off by just any warmth.

Specifically, this is what it is. There is no hidden metaphor, no guess-work. It's straightforward but still complex. Each word is perfectly placed and lingers.

And I'm really not going to bother saying much more than that because, well, it's pointless blathering.

Yep.

-Emeya
| Posted on 2010-10-27 00:00:00 | by Lady of Shalott | [ Reply to This ]
  Due to a medical condition, I am not allowed to drink. However, I am allowed to love and take in substances with a somewhat similar effect. Because of that, I can relate to what I can take from this. I believe, hon, that to be lost, though it may be through bravery or cowardice, opens up room to be found. And sometimes, that is all we really need.



From what I know of you, I think that you deserve to be found. You are very beautiful.
| Posted on 2010-10-19 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]


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