Date: 2012-06-16 07:29 pm (UTC)
some_kinda_hero: (Apathetic | Done)
[Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She draws in four or five, she's lost count, still hiding behind her hands. When they fall back to her lap, her cheeks are finally wet, though she makes no crying noises. Robotic-like, Claire stands and walks towards the door. She pauses by him, shoulder to shoulder, but her eyes remain forwards. She flounders, but manages to get out, monotoned:]

I...

I forgive you.



[And she walks out.]
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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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