Who was this girl who ran waiting in the shadow? I watched her from my window. A street of darkness pooled below, but she shone as she ran(, and she ran for miles, clear as a star.)
Soon I began to wait. A gear clicked alive as my eyes grew brighter with the image of the running girl; expectation glazed my sight of her. Who was this girl watching the shadow?
Here and there, I spotted lights. A blue one made me laugh but the green one was kind. I tasted the pink one when tears cooled my lip. Then a white light aroused a fury just behind my navel.
The girl was running from me.
I chased the white light. Who was this girl who ran waiting in the shadow? The heat of my navel propelled me for miles. From my window, I watched her as a proud mother. She shone like a star.
I realized I ran waiting for her to catch me. So I stopped. White light danced with the shadow. She was before me, white burning, and all the while I stood at my window, waiting, watching.
Who was this girl watching the shadow? She eyed my fury, prodded at its nibbling glow. A finger prodded at the nibbling darkness. Her eyes were pink. I touched the light like water, but it shied away. She cried.
The girl was running from me.
Cold pried my fingernail as I tapped the window. It comforted the darkness outside, comforted the light. Then I blinked. I pulled the gray curtains closed and went to sleep.
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Mackenzie Davis
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Man... I love the mysterious side of even your most striaghtforward poetry and stories, Mackenzie, but this is on a different level. I felt every bit of this and still am not entirely sure I know what was fully going on. But, I know it doesn't matter. I could read this a thousand times and interpret it a thousand different ways. It's beautiful, creative and I fucking love it. Thank you for sharing it!
Very mysterious, and beautifully written ❤️
Interesting! the reader wonders what you did to make the stars cry. Nice piece.
Mackenzie, this was a really beautifully written piece! I loved your vocabulary choices and your vivid imagery you painted into the story! Its cause for some serious pondering and I feel like I'm still absorbing the meaning of this pieces! Nicely done!