Underground_Network
April 12th, 2010, 04:40 PM
Her Shadow
The walls were closing in on me
As I trudged through the barren wasteland
That had once been my hometown.
The houses were all planks of wood
Snapped in two then in four and so on
Until they were nothing but a heaping pile
Of rotting wood.
The wood in some cases was scarred black,
From the incinerating flames that had engulfed
The houses that were once homes
Throughout the vast valley of abandoned hope
That I found myself trekking through.
I was in tattered rags, a dirtied white shirt
That barely clung to my body
And a pair of tan shorts that were so torn
And worn down
They blended into my body.
I was searching
For her.
While strolling down some wasted boulevard,
An avenue plagued by rotting human carcasses
And frontyards that looked more like graveyards,
Abandoned cemeteries with no undertaker
To keep tabs on the immense amounts
Of dead strewn about,
I stumbled upon a shadow.
It was her shadow,
I knew it instantaneously.
I trudged forward
And once my feet were atop
The cracked blacktop
Where her shadow lay,
I got down on my knees
And pressed my chapped lips
To the scorching, gray pavement.
I looked up and I saw her
Full-bodied figure in the distance:
Long and flowing blonde hair,
Ocean-deep blue eyes,
Pink peach lips
And her trademark button nose.
I ran to her.
I ran faster than wind
Runs through the walls
Of an abandoned home
During a hurricane.
I embraced her,
Hugged her as hard as I could,
And as I did,
I felt her slowly slipping away…
She quickly dissipated
Into ash,
First her feet swelled into black dust,
And then it ran its way up her body.
Her ankles burst into ashen gray matter
And then her legs all the way up to her waist
Simply disintegrated into microscopic particles
Of dust and ash and then her torso, grappling her arms
Faded into ash and I began to fall forward, tilting my head
Upward to stare into those deep blue eyes
One last time, just as her face caved in
And those pink peach lips
Dissipated into a flake of black ash,
Accompanied by the dissipation
Of her ocean-deep blue eyes
And her Amazon gold hair
Into flakes of black ash
That, like crystals of snow
In wintertime
Descended immaculately
To the ground
Just as the last flake
Fell atop the pile,
A tear rolled down my cheek
And plopped harmlessly
Atop the pile of ash,
And right in that moment,
I looked toward the sky
And the sun winked at me,
Its golden rays growing
Just a little bit brighter.
The walls were closing in on me
As I trudged through the barren wasteland
That had once been my hometown.
The houses were all planks of wood
Snapped in two then in four and so on
Until they were nothing but a heaping pile
Of rotting wood.
The wood in some cases was scarred black,
From the incinerating flames that had engulfed
The houses that were once homes
Throughout the vast valley of abandoned hope
That I found myself trekking through.
I was in tattered rags, a dirtied white shirt
That barely clung to my body
And a pair of tan shorts that were so torn
And worn down
They blended into my body.
I was searching
For her.
While strolling down some wasted boulevard,
An avenue plagued by rotting human carcasses
And frontyards that looked more like graveyards,
Abandoned cemeteries with no undertaker
To keep tabs on the immense amounts
Of dead strewn about,
I stumbled upon a shadow.
It was her shadow,
I knew it instantaneously.
I trudged forward
And once my feet were atop
The cracked blacktop
Where her shadow lay,
I got down on my knees
And pressed my chapped lips
To the scorching, gray pavement.
I looked up and I saw her
Full-bodied figure in the distance:
Long and flowing blonde hair,
Ocean-deep blue eyes,
Pink peach lips
And her trademark button nose.
I ran to her.
I ran faster than wind
Runs through the walls
Of an abandoned home
During a hurricane.
I embraced her,
Hugged her as hard as I could,
And as I did,
I felt her slowly slipping away…
She quickly dissipated
Into ash,
First her feet swelled into black dust,
And then it ran its way up her body.
Her ankles burst into ashen gray matter
And then her legs all the way up to her waist
Simply disintegrated into microscopic particles
Of dust and ash and then her torso, grappling her arms
Faded into ash and I began to fall forward, tilting my head
Upward to stare into those deep blue eyes
One last time, just as her face caved in
And those pink peach lips
Dissipated into a flake of black ash,
Accompanied by the dissipation
Of her ocean-deep blue eyes
And her Amazon gold hair
Into flakes of black ash
That, like crystals of snow
In wintertime
Descended immaculately
To the ground
Just as the last flake
Fell atop the pile,
A tear rolled down my cheek
And plopped harmlessly
Atop the pile of ash,
And right in that moment,
I looked toward the sky
And the sun winked at me,
Its golden rays growing
Just a little bit brighter.