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bus stop
written by Schizophrenic_broken08:32 PM 12/13/04she stood by the bus stop
lighter in her hand
playing with her hair
at the place that she calls home
one day there was an old man
in his seventys at least
standing at the bus stop
waiting for the 50B to town
she watched as he sat
propping up his stick
she knows his name is John
for he's here every week
without fail
waiting for the 10.15 to town
on the 50B every Monday
he's always here no change
he's always 9 minutes early
she knew that again
Mr Wallace from Tinkers Lane arrives
he is the one who talks to John
then Miss Reece Chenel
the posh cow who owns the shop
she never talks to them
just shouts at her mobile
Mr Harriton would be next
she thought about him clearly
she recond he was a teacher
but he only came on Mondays
more people come
more people go
she knows them all but doesnt say
the 10.15 come and goes
she's left alone to remember when...
she sits in silence waiting
waiting for her time
breating in cold air
wrapping the jacket round her
shivering yet still she smiles
slowly she stands
and walks across to the grass
sitting on the grass
by the edge of the road
she picks the remaining flowers
from the dirty ground
she stands once more
for the last time
makes herself comfy
on the bus stop seat
she rest her head on the icy glass
unable to move with cold
the flowers lie in her lap
like lying on a grave
the next bus is the 63 at 10.45
when Mr McGregen gets off
with his trench coat and boater hat
a very odd man indeed
he is the one to find her body
the one to raise the alarm
he is the one to find the girl
unbreathing unliving dead...
she stands by the bus stop
lighter in her hand
playing with her hair
at the place that she calls home
today there is an old man
in his seventys at least
standing at the bus stop
waiting for the 50B to town
she knows him well
he's heard of her
but he cant see her there today
but shes watching him
she watching them all
everyday and everynight
seeing them come and go
visiting her home
her final place to her
the bus stop
where a young girl died
three years ago today
yet shes there watching
watching from her grave |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by devilchild01 (12-13-2004 - 08:58 PM)
| thats really cool i like it and its different to what i always see on this site |
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