Pendragon805

alone I sit, letting water hit my back, pressure punishing, contact harsh, measure that one fact... you don't see me, you don't hear me, like you once did so your memory, I rid still in my quiet I place your memory, keeping it vague in my oubliette- I place the reverie back in my nightmare... you don't see me, you don't hear me, like you once did so your memory, I rid stillness has become you inactivity in lieu of meaning, no longer dreaming- in my place of forgetting I am alone, no regretting. you don't see me, you don't hear me, like you once did so your memory, I rid water hisses, darts without misses, all i

 The worn fabric smelled both comforting and nauseating; chlorine had defined her life for well over half of her short life, and now she was finding it hard to let go of what seemed to be the best reminder she had of it.  Not only had the collar ripped, been pinned and sewn back into place, the sleeves repaired again and again, kangaroo pouch in front falling from its place, but somehow, a sweatshirt that had lasted through nine years of wear and tear had recently begun to just not fit.   She was forced to admit the truth: she could no longer wear the poor thing. Grimacing, she thought of a million other things she would be more than willin