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a voice of calm  Thank you for Costa Concordia disaster, your GA reviews, for your continued work on the battlefield American politics, for your beautiful words of WikiLove, you are an awesome Wikipedian! You are recipient no. 2872 of Precious, a prize of QAI. -- Frzzl talk; contribs 00:00, 23 August 2023 (UTC) |
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she glances at me
"do you have a pencil?"
she asked me that question
your brain is the most magical thing
it can take a single mental snapshot of a moment
and cherish it forever
the image fades so quickly
but the memory will always be there
the shirt she wears
the way her hair clip lacks reflection
the way her eyes squint in the sunlight
the way she licks her lips
the way she talks so quickly
the way she types even quicker
and she doesn't understand it
because to her, she's just a student
asking another student for a pencil
but to me
she's a flower
she's a rainbow
she's something to be cherished
heralded
loved
i once heard her talking about a picture she had taken
she's always taking photos of herself and sending them to him
yet she's never happy with them
she's like a sunset
the most beautiful thing in the world
and you take a picture on a smartphone
thinking that you'll send it to someone, maybe
but it doesn't fully capture the subtlety of the red
the vibrance of the pink
the brashness of the orange
the calmness of the blue
you know?
she's like that sunset
she's willing to define her whole essence around that picture
when in reality
she's only seen herself in photos
in a mirror
in her dreams
so she could never understand how beautiful she is in person
she doesn't notice me
she sees me, of course
which makes it that much worse
do you know what it feels like to be seen but not noticed?
she asks me for a pencil because I'm conveniently near
and when she does decide to talk to me
she'd rather talk about him
she's always talking about him
all these great things about him
like, doesn't she realize?
if only she could see him from my point of view
how he is always reminding her to wear more makeup
how he whines about his looks and expects her to do the same to make him feel better
how he raises his voice at her in public
how he talks about her so candidly and openly, as if she's not there
how his only form of conflict resolution is to refuse to acknowledge her presence until she starts apologizing for talking back to him
how he looks at other girls
how he is always commenting negatively on her weight for everyone to hear
how he thinks that a kiss can make up for everything he says and does
and i want to tell her, stop hearing
stop listening
stop accepting this, because he's not treating you right, i want to say
but she can't hear me
i don't understand why she can't see that he doesn't care about her
she doesn't understand that the days she tries the least
are the days she looks the best
because the days she tries the least
are the days he yells the most
and what really makes me mad
is that the days she tries her hardest
are the days she cries the most
and i would never do that to her
i would never make her cry
because i love her
so, so much
but that doesn't even matter
i mean nothing matters
it never mattered
she doesn't notice me
and i pretend not to notice her
and of course today is the day i forget to pack a pencil
not even one for myself
but she smiled at me anyways
so i think i'll be okay.
the pencil, flash fiction/free verse, 593 words
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