Omena

  
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        "Hey babe, see that guy over there, with the red tie?  He offered me three  
          hundred dollars to straddle him and pee on his face!"    
   
"I hope you said no.  Holy shit"    
   
        "I said maybe. I didn't want to piss you off"    
   
"You know I don't like you doing crazy shit"    
   
        "Turning down an easy three hundred is crazy shit"    
   
"It's too far.  And we gotta cut back on the coke, too"    
   
        "Oh, so you're having an epiphany now?  Now?"    
   
"I've been thinking"    
   
        "Well go think your ass to the house.  I'm making this money"    
   
"It's that easy?  Dismissing me?"    
   
         "You know the game, baby.  I'm in it to win it!"    
   
"I think I'm done.  All this shit"    
   
        "Fine. See ya later"    
   
"No, you won't.  I'm done, done.  And I'm moving out of the house"    
   
        "Really?  You're going to be a dick about this?  Fine, fuck off"    
   
   
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Omena,    
When you fell, from the dark sky    
When the curtain of Twilight lowered    
upon you at your most graceless,    
I blamed myself    
   
I never told you    
that I had wished for you    
any way that I could have you    
So, you fell    
   
When you stood,    
I steadied you with my hands    
But I wanted my arms around you    
I didn't understand    
how the timing of too close worked    
and I didn't look when you dressed    
time and time again    
   
I had seen you distant enough    
through my guardian eyes    
You were mighty and yet frail    
Staring at the sky and knowing    
that darkness must go away    
   
One of the years was supposed    
to be the last    
and yet they lasted    
as you continued to pale    
   
One handed claps are not applause,    
So you'd look away    
as the sounds faded    
as a hundred commotions died down    
   
Just the same as those shoes    
that didn't fit anymore    
The ones you left behind    
because they hurt your feet    
Hurt your knees    
They were part of the tools    
of the trade    
Part of the wardrobe malfunctions    
Not mis-purposed    
when the articles    
collapsed around you    
-After all    
you were paid to fall    
upon hard landings    
   
Until the last time    
once you realized    
that pale is no version    
of pearl    
Not at Twilight    
   
Omena,    
Life in daylight can be bare feet    
Because the grass is green    
and you'll be taller    
just by standing straight    
When you learn that smiles    
aren't supposed to bite    
And that hands aren't just grip    
They are branches too    
to reach for    
as you fall    
   
For the bruises that didn't go away    
you remedied with ink    
The pain of that felt like staples    
Yet you're back together    
the ex-bride of many frankensteins    
But knowing now    
not all scripts involve monsters    
   
All dark angels fall    
Yet I saw you as landing    
and grace raised around you    
as sheer petals from a flower    
that had waited for you    
so it could grow with you    
Because you're its hope    
to be beautiful too    
And people will say    
how impeccable you look    
   
Most everyone thinks    
that angels fall during daylight    
so that they can be seen    
I know and I knew    
dark skies are for the fleeing    
So that the past cannot chase    
any of us down    
   
You'll go about a life less turmoiled    
and beauty will find you    
and take you from barely fair    
   
My arms will still be heavy    
because I cannot lower them    
waiting to hold you again    
Someday    
in case you fall    
   
But I know that you won't    
ever again    
The sun will rise behind you    
You are the pearl    
in a dawn of gold    
   
Looks like wings    
from here.    
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        "Well hey Styx! Long time no see. How's it been going?"    
   
"Good. You still working at the Twilight?"    
   
        "Nah. I moved on to other things. It got bad"    
   
"Yeah, I imagine"    
   
        "So do you still do the writing thing?"    
   
"Some. Not much"    
   
        "Did you ever write about me?"    
   
"I wouldn't know what to say"    
   
        "Haha. You'd probably say I was a demon"    
   
"Maybe not"    
   
        "You know it's ironic running into you.  Last week, I was telling my best  
       friend that you were probably the one.  I messed it all up.  That damn  
       coke..."    
   
"It's fine"    
   
        "We should get together soon, catch up. Maybe read me something?"    
   
"I dunno. I write junk"    
   
        "It made me happy"    
   
"Me too".    
     
  
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