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October 18, 2007

Michele - Suspended Like Spirits Over Speeding Cars

They listened to traffic, legs dangling, feet swinging over the parkway.
“It would be so easy. Just climb and jump. An instant of pain and …..over.”
“Why would you want to?”
“To end this.”
”What?”
“The constant feeling of loneliness. The emptiness. The agony of being me.”
Ally stood up and leaned over the railing.
“Ally, we’re teenagers. We’re supposed to feel like that.”
“What if it doesn’t stop?” She climbed over, suspended herself over the blur of hurried traffic below.
”What if it does?”
She looked up.
“Yea, I guess.”
Melanie helped her to her feet.
“Ice cream?”
“Sure.”

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Comments

I was inspired while listening to this.

Posted by: michele at October 18, 2007 4:13 PM · Permalink