Dunno Where This Came From ...
Apr. 3rd, 2004 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deannawolAs the title says, not the foggiest where this came from. But it needed to be released. So here it is:
Standing at the corner.
A street light flickered lighting a dreary city section before drowning it in semidarkness leaving a series of snapshot images on the retinas of the uncaring city denizens. A polystyrene cup once used to convey its warmth to its owner now lay cold on the sidewalk, a statement to the disposible culture society adopted.
Standing at the corner.
A woman stood leaning against a crumbled brick wall, her face impassive. Her eyes watching the ground at her feet. The wind tugged her coat, pulling it open to reveal her choice of clothes. It tugged equally at her long hair whipping it to the side. Gust after gust of wind brought wave after wave of water as rain slashed at her face. Water dripped from her face and her clothes making very brief trails before another sheet of rain erases the previously well formed drop's existance. Her face remaines impassive, seemingly another member of the uncaring faction.
Standing at the corner.
A car slowed deliberately as she came into view. It crawled slowly along the sidewalk coming er closer. A window rolls down as the car stops in front of her. Small talk pours from the occupant but remains unanswered. A final question is thrown through the window inquiring about rates. It dies in the silence. A stream of expletives is killed as the window rolls back up. Disposable love, the product of a new generation. The woman still watched the ground as the car searched out its next target.
Standing at the corner.
A red light momentarily registered in her peripheral vision, before dying briefly, only to flare again after another minute. Figures passing in the night, unnoticed, uncaring, unnoticing. The only impression he left was the trails of smoke he left to mark his movements. Hands hidden in pockets clenched unseen as foul toxins invaded her body. Her face, impassive, showed no hing of her displeasure. She was too well trained for that.
Standing at the corner.
Seconds ticked into minutes, minutes dragged into hours and still she stood against the wall. Still her face remained impassive even though muscle cramps called to her to give up this ordeal. Soaked through, shivering, never did defeat break the barrier of devotion that crowded her mind as she stood unmoving in her spot.
Standing at the corner.
Dawn broke over the buildings as she waited. A night disappeared as light enveloped it. A car pulls up, the door opens. Not a word is exchanged as she finally gives up her position. Muscles screamed as she moved them. She squelched as she sat into the vehicle, eyes forward. Regret and fear were killed by devotion as she thought on her night, now over, standing at the corner.
Standing at the corner.
A street light flickered lighting a dreary city section before drowning it in semidarkness leaving a series of snapshot images on the retinas of the uncaring city denizens. A polystyrene cup once used to convey its warmth to its owner now lay cold on the sidewalk, a statement to the disposible culture society adopted.
Standing at the corner.
A woman stood leaning against a crumbled brick wall, her face impassive. Her eyes watching the ground at her feet. The wind tugged her coat, pulling it open to reveal her choice of clothes. It tugged equally at her long hair whipping it to the side. Gust after gust of wind brought wave after wave of water as rain slashed at her face. Water dripped from her face and her clothes making very brief trails before another sheet of rain erases the previously well formed drop's existance. Her face remaines impassive, seemingly another member of the uncaring faction.
Standing at the corner.
A car slowed deliberately as she came into view. It crawled slowly along the sidewalk coming er closer. A window rolls down as the car stops in front of her. Small talk pours from the occupant but remains unanswered. A final question is thrown through the window inquiring about rates. It dies in the silence. A stream of expletives is killed as the window rolls back up. Disposable love, the product of a new generation. The woman still watched the ground as the car searched out its next target.
Standing at the corner.
A red light momentarily registered in her peripheral vision, before dying briefly, only to flare again after another minute. Figures passing in the night, unnoticed, uncaring, unnoticing. The only impression he left was the trails of smoke he left to mark his movements. Hands hidden in pockets clenched unseen as foul toxins invaded her body. Her face, impassive, showed no hing of her displeasure. She was too well trained for that.
Standing at the corner.
Seconds ticked into minutes, minutes dragged into hours and still she stood against the wall. Still her face remained impassive even though muscle cramps called to her to give up this ordeal. Soaked through, shivering, never did defeat break the barrier of devotion that crowded her mind as she stood unmoving in her spot.
Standing at the corner.
Dawn broke over the buildings as she waited. A night disappeared as light enveloped it. A car pulls up, the door opens. Not a word is exchanged as she finally gives up her position. Muscles screamed as she moved them. She squelched as she sat into the vehicle, eyes forward. Regret and fear were killed by devotion as she thought on her night, now over, standing at the corner.
