Tuesday, April 8, 2008
"I told myself, I'll get through this, I'll get through anything; if only to see Peter Parker again,"
twist open the door
fingers slipping and
something slipping through my fingers
he's starting down the stairs
I pad silently behind
(he does not feel me)
he turns
I feel myself being lifted
it's odd
it feels voluntary
the air can't hold my weight
my fingers miss the railing
I'm falling
I lie in the atrium
crumpled
I'm still on the fifth floor
looking down
on my broken body
I slip down the stairs
he's on the bridge now
I descend faster
oh, I forget he can see me
in the corner!
he's beside me
I'm running
he's walking
he's faster than me
we cross the portal line
he turns a sharp left
I hurry right
it is too silent now
I know danger
has not passed yet
it is too silent
I'm
afraid
he's
waiting for me
I rush down
the smaller flight of stairs
towards the gate
Peter Parker appears out of nowhere
he knocks into me
and spins down the higher slope
I'm falling
spinning, turning
rolling down the shorter slope
I come to rest
i freeze, bleeding
in the sunsetPeter Parker looks like a monk
11:39 PM
