The Girl With The Glow
By Karen
Whenever Caroline came down the street, people swept out to the curb or headed for the building side of walkway; gave her passage. Riding in her wake were dancing pieces of her psyche that she trailed behind, the weirdest kind of comet tail, all gears and gore, a Guernica. Bulls- disjointed arms and legs, and people with their faces rearranged. Above her danced a bear, and on each side were all the birthdays where they cut her up like cake. Faces from her past who grinned and chatted, and made wishes as they sliced her up and ate. Caroline kept on, the girl walked straight ahead and smiled. She'd learned to keep on going, never taking notice, never breaking stride. She didn't try to hide it or deny what people saw; Caroline just never let it slow her down. She dragged her nightmares like an invisible gown, its train by Hieronymous Bosch, with brightest dignity. Written January 1st, 2002 © on Dec 31 2001 06:53 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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