I'm Charlie. Human. Facilitator. Activist. Therapist. Student of Life.
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Gentle creature
Full of love Can I hug you? Soft hair against my face Friend to the human race Forever forgiving We run through The long grass Of the apple orchard Together Your ears fly beside you Like wings of happiness Softly drifting up and down They’d love to lift you Far up Into the sky Too bad about gravity Your tongue lollops From the side of your mouth Just because it can You don’t care What the world thinks of you But you care about me We drop down Into the tall grass The smell of fallen apples Stomped into the earth Beneath our backs You lick my face Snuggle up close to my heart Your panting Like a tiny motor engine For my self confidence We lie amongst the grass Sun streaming onto our faces Looking up at the sky My dog and I
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Dozing, content, belly gently tickled by straw, smoke faintly wafting by, footsteps in the distance.
Two figures, blurry, grow larger, footsteps, become louder. Thud. Head spinning, straw gone, back scrapes concrete, legs up. Stars above, black, eardrums pounding. Rope makes two legs one, stick lifts body up, flying, dancing? Stars larger, figures closer, moving, where? Head pounding. Hanging, belly up, only black, sky above, figures gone, silence. Scared, skin tight, nose twitches, tail shivers, footsteps on the street, laughing, music, people eating. Footsteps close, closer, can’t see, only stars, only black. Grip on neck, head twists. Cut, life rushes out, screaming. Heat, everywhere, smoke saturating nose, eyes water, so much water, dripping, falling, neck dripping, life draining, stinging, cutting, shrieking, screaming. Thud, no noise. Mouth blocked, something sweet. Breath, where? No room, lungs blocked, breath sinking, throat tight, chest heaves, scream. Thud, no noise, screaming inside, but no noise. Footsteps on the street, laughing, music, people eating. Scratching, crackling, skin goes hard, heat piercing, burning, blackening. Screaming inside, no one hears. Struggle, mouth open, air rushes out, little left. Screaming, loud, so loud, so loud as to wake up the stars, so loud as to fill up the sky. Then, nothing left. Thud, thud, thud. Cut, eyes, streaming, head and nose filled with smoke, back, blistered, numb. Why? No movement, can’t, no screaming, can’t, no breathing, can’t. Sky, gone. Stars, gone. Sound, dull. No legs, no tail, no straw, no eyes, no neck, no me. Footsteps on the street, laughing, music, people eating. Car pulls up. Drifting, distant. Two figures, blurry, another figure, is that me? Three figures grow smaller, footsteps become softer. All in a night, all in a thought, all on a street, for all to hear. I am, no more. |
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