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Left In BetweenI watched as they took her away
Through the crescent of an ill-fitted doorknob
Black straps and a blanket
Not receiving but dispatching
But she hasn't been here
For so long now anyways
And as she lays in a cold white maze
The dinner burns and hands shake
I had murdered before
Something ripped out and away
The thing she didn't do to me
So I am left to feel the pain
The blood is so silent
Creeping over top and then down to the floor
Lost to shadows and dust
As I scrub for salvation
And I'm so scared to be near
For she's already gone
They are already gone
And I'm left in between all alone
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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