This is me "branching out" unto other fanfics besides Harry Potter and fairy tales. Even though I did write it for school, I am unbelievably pleased at how it turned out. It's heavy on feelings and short on true details, so if you a) haven't read TKAM (why the heck are you reading this anyway?) or b) read it a long time ago, you might be a wee bit confused. (Sorry.) However, I think you might enjoy this anyway, so give it a whirl!
it is the light that draws him
from his stumblings,
the alien brightness and red heat,
coming in waves across his face
in a blatant interruption
of the stubborn night wind.
--
he finds a house-sized
lamp
with peach and black
fireflies
surrounding it,
lost to the rest of the
night
and lost to his leaning
silhouette.
invisibility is no
stranger to him, after all,
phantoms often
experience
such daily
supernaturalties.
--
the blanket comes as a
small surprise
when he finds it,
heavy, in his hands,
and he wonders
momentarily how it got there,
but soon it pulls him
towards
a shivering pair of
over-alls,
and when it falls from
his hands,
the shoulders still and
the hands grasp it
while the eyes continue
to stare straight ahead.
--
the thought that he
might've rather
enveloped the body with
two skinny arms
dances fleetingly
across his thoughts
and out onto the black
carpet of sky,
a white twinkling stain
of something spilt
which he may wish on,
even this same night,
for what he wishes for
every night
when he can feel dawn
begin to crack on the horizon.
--
a giant hand of water
turns the knob
and the lamp dims
slowly,
loosening its
mesmerizing power.
and he trips his way
back,
the stench of smoke
following him
all the way back to the
house of shadow and silence.
Poor Boo.
Oh, and those dashes are only there to seperate the stanzas, please don't interpret them as a long passage of time.
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