Title:Flicker
Spoilers:through "The Gift"
Disclaimer: not even gonna say it Summary: a series of poems from Dawn's POV when Giles is sent to a mental ward A/N: OHMYGOD!!! I cried so hard last night, watching Buffy! She just shut the door! So I rewound it this morning to see the door OPENING. Then, I realized that I had to tape Angel tonight on the same tape, after Buffy, for a friend. I had to watch it AGAIN and get all weepy. Also again. Sigh.I'm done now.on to the poem.
They did trip
they chose Buffy
she was pushing her limp noodles on her plate her fork making a scraping sound that echoed in my skull
she was pushing not eating
she was thin too thin
and ragged like a wet porcupine
Willow and Xander fussed with her like she was a tot
Anya and Tara were minding the shop attentive to the small bell
they all forgot the orange bottle next to the cash register
the little orange bottle that held Giles' sanity
he was supossed to pick me up from school
he was late
he's never late
Disclaimer: not even gonna say it Summary: a series of poems from Dawn's POV when Giles is sent to a mental ward A/N: OHMYGOD!!! I cried so hard last night, watching Buffy! She just shut the door! So I rewound it this morning to see the door OPENING. Then, I realized that I had to tape Angel tonight on the same tape, after Buffy, for a friend. I had to watch it AGAIN and get all weepy. Also again. Sigh.I'm done now.on to the poem.
They did trip
they chose Buffy
she was pushing her limp noodles on her plate her fork making a scraping sound that echoed in my skull
she was pushing not eating
she was thin too thin
and ragged like a wet porcupine
Willow and Xander fussed with her like she was a tot
Anya and Tara were minding the shop attentive to the small bell
they all forgot the orange bottle next to the cash register
the little orange bottle that held Giles' sanity
he was supossed to pick me up from school
he was late
he's never late