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The girl drops the words.
They clatter like kitchen plates.
The boy picks them up
Piece by piece, wraps them
In gauze and hands them back.
I’m across the hall so I can see them.
This is only reason why I know this so
the girl goes and sits on the steps
And delicately unwraps the package.
Some of the pieces tumble down.
I venture to guess she doesn’t want
them anymore and that maybe I shouldn’t
be watching something so vulnerable.
And so I close the door.  
Then I guess the pieces clawed into her skin.
That's when, my neighbors say, she sliced off
her ears bit by bit, and left them at their apartment door.
They all agreed it was very courageous of her.
The words showed up again when the baby was born.
First, it was hidden in a diaphanous shroud of silence
And then the most wonderful thing. The crying.
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mySeity Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2007
Um, I totally concur with the last poster except that I'm the 2nd to comment. This is seriously a quietly masterful piece of work, and I need to +fav now (for the first time this month, I believe!)

Excuse me while I reread :)
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pearlingrain Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2007   Writer
:thanks: :)
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LadyVolume Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2007
Oh, how I can't believe that I am the first to comment such a masterfully fabricated work! Your imagery is so powerful, so poignant and precise, that one cannot help but to follow, pondering every scene. However, it is your closing lines that truly capture and leave that stirring quiet.
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pearlingrain Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2007   Writer
Those are very kind words. Thank you! Much appreciated. Glad you like it. :)
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