| I trail my finger along the edge of the metal fence, ignoring the sharp pain that comes from when my fingers hold on too tight of their own accord. Catching on the metal holes, clutching to the jagged edges. I tear a leaf off a tree, walking further along the way to nowhere. Tearing at the leaf in between my fingers without even having to look. Tiny little pieces that I leave along the ground like some kind of bread crumb path, although I'm not too sure I ever want to go back. It's much too perfect here. I cling to a limb and it clings back to me. Rough bark peeling away like paint as I flick my fingers against it. I hear it hit the ground, falling amongst dead leaves and dying grass. A faint click and I add more. I'm on a long walk to nowhere. To anywhere. The water giggles at me, choking on itself as it reaches along the man-made shore. The sun is making it blush. A much too gorgeous hue of reds and pinks. The face of a beautiful girl. I fall to my knees near the water, having climbed the metal fence to get here. I curl my fingers into the cold grass and the mud that is slightly moist. The water giggles again. With shyness it moves away, and with intrigue it returns to me. Gazing up at me with clear eyes and a reflection of someone else. I close my eyes and slump down. Imagining the perfect additions to this perfect place that I have found. Additions that would only add to the brilliance of perfection. I guess it's not so perfect than if it can be improved. I see it now, in the red of the back of my eyelids. The sun making it impossible to see the usual black unless I squeeze them so tight it hurts this one particular spot in the front of my head. I see the crawl of something innocent along the edge of the water. Something with small hands and an untouched mind. Danger as it nears the edge, overwhelmed by the colors and it's own reflection in the water. I see the walk of something young. Something boyish holding the hand of something very much female. The crunch of loose cement and twigs as they walk on by together. Nameless and faceless in my mind, but still there. I see the dark hair that frames the face of something lonely. Clouded eyes and a frowning mouth. Alone it walks, taking time to mark every moment of their time in their head. I open my eyes and see the water looking up at me with an inquistive gaze. Confused and disturbed by the length of time that I had spent making up my own world in my mind. I reach out and touch it with desperate reassurance. Whispering my apologies for leaving it behind. The wind plays with my hair, touching my fingers amongst the grass, pushing me closer and closer to the darkening face of the water. I hadn't meant to make you angry. The End. |
| Perfect Visions and The Result of a Beautiful Face's Anger by : V |