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I wear that dress,
but once a year.
i'm surprised it still fits.
i wear those stockings,
to conceal my pale legs.
once i year i am what i am not,
but have always been.
i sit in the cold for an hour and a half.
sometimes more. the more is in vain.
i wait for the children in costumes or those with out
it has been getting colder.
clothed as i was i cannot feel
my feet
my hands
my face.
i cannot feel the tile
the carpet
the stairs
the tips of my dress barely miss the surace
of the toilet water.
i peel off my stockings, leave my dress on the ground.
i'll spend the rest of the night eating left over candy.
hershey bar
kit-kats
reeses peanut butter cups
star-bursts
skittles.
crunch-bars
baby ruth's
every year, i have more and more left.
 kazuka78 · Fri Oct 31, 2008 @ 12:56am · 0 Comments |
