Picking up the Pieces

2 - parties and poetry

Picking up the Pieces - Chapter 1

parties and poetry

plane-theory

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In the dark of night,

From what I see,

There is a fright,

Deep inside me.

And as the night turns into day ,

The unease wanes but never fades,

This uncomfortable feeling is here to stay,

Coming in spades.

Lucy gnawed at her pen and sighed, she wasn't really sure of the last line in particular. Her initial instinct was to scour the house for aid, for a word that rhymes with fades, but she soon remembered that the rest of her family members were otherwise occupied tonight. Suppressing another sigh, she took a glance out the window. The party was still going on outside, and a small smile spread across her face as he saw her family members and family friends having fun and mingling. Her observation was cut short with the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Lucy slunk towards the door, listening for footsteps. Hearing a pair of footsteps, she assumed it was the twins coming up the stairs. The door to the left opened, proving her guess right, and the edges of her lips upturned slightly.

Lucy returned to her poetry, racking her brain for a better line.

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Lucy's reverie was cut short by another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. She heard her mother talking quietly, and she assumed that it was probably Lisa and Lily's time to retire to their rooms.

She returned to her poem, still no closer to finding a better line.

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And as the time extends,

I hate to depend,

On the vices

That tie and bind me.

But the vices that hurt,

Cannot compare to the spurt,

Of the blood on the wrist,

As the cut appears with a hiss.

Lucy chewed on the pen again. Lucy had never cut her wrist, well, on purpose that is, but Lisa had told her that it released endorphins, which was a brain chemical and-

Well she had somewhat blanked on the rest of the explanation. Cutting had been something that was present in the more depressive media that she consumed but...

She tapped the desk, deep in thought.

Picking up the notebook, she examined the entire poem she wrote, sighing slightly as her eyes scanned the page. 'A bit darker than what I'm used to, huh,' she mused to herself. She closed her notebook, and flopped onto her bed, covering her eyes with her arm.

"Everything is going to change from now on, huh," Lucy whispered, feeling moisture gather at the corner of her eyes.

'Lori is leaving to go to college, in a year Leni will leave, Luna will leave, Luan...'