Pebbles.
"How much would you like Pooh?" He asked you.
Pooh. He called you Pooh. Close your eyes, fall into the blackness of your eyelids, take a deep breath. Open.
"Pooh?" You question.
"Would you prefer Piglet?"
His chiselled features placet, just as you had left them. A stray twirl of ebony hair sweeps into his line of vision. Pouters playing, always playing, trying to catch you off guard so you will fall for his charm.
Oh his charm.
"3 Ounces." You answer. Bitterly? Perhaps.
Turning your back while he readies your requirements your eyes wander around his dingy office. It had been someone else's office once, when you had detention with James.
"Be with me again?"
The question knifes through the awkward silence in the heavy air, you knew it was coming. Knew for some reason that he wanted you back. Wanted to put a stop to your grieving.
But that's what he was. A rock, that should have been a pebble.
By Suz McDonald
19th of April 2004
"How much would you like Pooh?" He asked you.
Pooh. He called you Pooh. Close your eyes, fall into the blackness of your eyelids, take a deep breath. Open.
"Pooh?" You question.
"Would you prefer Piglet?"
His chiselled features placet, just as you had left them. A stray twirl of ebony hair sweeps into his line of vision. Pouters playing, always playing, trying to catch you off guard so you will fall for his charm.
Oh his charm.
"3 Ounces." You answer. Bitterly? Perhaps.
Turning your back while he readies your requirements your eyes wander around his dingy office. It had been someone else's office once, when you had detention with James.
"Be with me again?"
The question knifes through the awkward silence in the heavy air, you knew it was coming. Knew for some reason that he wanted you back. Wanted to put a stop to your grieving.
But that's what he was. A rock, that should have been a pebble.
By Suz McDonald
19th of April 2004