by Eliza Sullivan ACT I“A sheep and a girl ponder how they are alike: ACT 1”- titlecardFADE TO:EXT. SHEEP FIELD- DAYW.S.5-ish Sheep scattered and grazing in a pleasant meadow. SALLY (V.O.) The sheep scared me. As a child, Iremember thinking that they knew toomuch, how I wouldn’t have beensurprised if they were human. Well,maybe I […]
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I envy every soul that comes in contact with yours each heart beat that gets to sync with the heart, once a cavity, in your chest each pair of lungs that get to aline with your breathing you seem happy ecstatic really, yet when we talk there is a shift in demeanor you become impatient,
Markings on the calendersigns of a madman.Times and release dateslessons and birthdays.Brunch on ThursdayWork at 4:00.Once a weekever neatcrossed out on the pagenext year’s a leap year.Pens in a plannerplanner in a backpackbackpack on the wallready for August.By myselfcoffee on a Monday.Keys on a carabinerturn down the Billy Joeland give me 2 seconds.Beat up Vans
i’m no astronaut, buti’ve stuck around for fifteen revolutionsi’ve swung from the sun’s gold-dappled vineswhile you waltzed among jupiter’s tempests andtrekked through mars’s droughtspirouetted around your empires of stardustwatched the cyan days of youthkiss the waning gibbous goodnightyet you haven’t found the placethat deems you worthyso you sit from your craterspeaking soliloquies to secluded satellitesyou’ve
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storms and spiders trickle down my neckmake my hair stand upmy back itches and it won’t go awaythe long legs crawl up my armthe rain fogs my glassesand the thunder, oh the thundermakes my heart shakethe spiders and storms drench my hairknotting it every which waystorms and spiders take me away
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A fiery fist, forged in words, held up to scream: “Run, hide, fight, dreams,justice, and peace.” I’ll always find ways to make feasts from the scrapsyou’ve given me the way we made ghettos and soul I’ll learn to play thetunes of jazz from the blood that bleeds from those shades of black, turnthem blue, and
The feeling of sleep and sorrowsThe dread of no man’s landYet the descriptive of routinely closureComes with the fallsometimes fleetingOthers drawn out sufferingCurt only to the forgottenOnly once you lose and feel everything slipwill it be quickNeglect takes form and rends the lovedA tear reality and time stitchto be recked by the rackledtil measure do
Your car is a piece of shit, I said, and meant it. The back doors couldn’t open from theinside so it would be easy to kidnap a passenger and one of the windows was taped shut,but he wasn’t worried about stealing because nobody would even think twice aboutstealing from a car as crappy as his,
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I saw your face,Like a flower in full bloom,The pheromones leaking,infecting me.Wanting;a child looking at a lollipop,Irristance;disney adults to new official merch,Levitation;so in love I lift from the sight of you,Luxurious;like the blond streaks infiltrating the brown of your hair,Idiot;I’m an idiot when I see you, foaming at the mouth,Applaude;I clap at any succession of
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