Twist
passing by,
swift in the too-large corridors
that twist to accommodate his overstuffed self
he turns up his collar and muffles his
face against the light and heat
and catches the noises in the corner of his eye
and the scenery pauses
to allow him to hear
she talks
and the words push out of her palms
no
but that's not alright
it isn't my suffering to play with
even though when I touch him it seeps into me
and I feel everything he cannot
it isn't right
it's not what he wants
it's not what he wants
stop
and sounds start
and metal moves around her
and teaspoons of sea salt
she ignores.
he waits
and his eyes tell him what his head cannot-
he has never heard her think that way before.
Author's notes: Man, I hate this site's formatting. D:
On another note, I went to a con this Saturday! 8D Hee, it was amazing. . . I met Colleen Clinkenbeard and Laura Bailey, and gave them some fanart I'd done. And I met Eoin Colfer, too- madly exciting, as I didn't even know he'd be there. Has anyone here read his books? They're AWESOME. Plus, some FMA art books that I'd ordered for my birthday arrived today. Glee.