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soptj4c ([info]soptj4c) wrote,
@ 2010-02-03 01:03:00

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Sometimes Libbit can make these awful things go...
Sometimes Libbit can make these awful
things go away by scribbling on her pad, but now
Libbit is sleeping - she has had a great many
troubled nights lately
The big boy leaps off the path and onto the beach,
spraying sand all aroundIts bulging eyes stare
Its fragile white belly, so full of noisome guts,
bulges
The two girls, standing with their hands linked
and their feet in the running boil of what Daddy
calls the little surf, look at each otherThen
they look at the ship, swinging at anchor with its
sails furled and shiningIt looks even closer, as
if it has moved in to rescue them
Lo-Lo says We have to
Tessie says But I can't SWIM!
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You can fake fendi handbags dogpaddle!
The big boy leapsThey can hear its guts slosh
when it landsThey sound like wet garbage in a
barrel of waterThe blue fades from the sky and
then the sky bleeds redThen, slowly, it changes
back againIt's been that kind of dayAnd
haven't they known this kind of day was coming?
Haven't they seen it in Libbit's haunted eyes? Nan
Melda knows; even Daddy knows, and he's not here
all the timeToday he's in Tampa, and when they
look at the greenish-white horror that's almost
upon them, they know that Tampa might as well be
the far side of the moonThey are on their own
Tessie grips Lo-Lo's shoulder with cold fingers
What about the rip?
But Lo-Lo shakes her headThe rip louis vuitton miroir handbags is good! The
rip will take us to the boat!
There's no more time to talkThe frog-thing is
getting ready to leap againAnd they understand
that, while it cannot be real, somehow it isBetter to chance the waterThey
turn, still holding hands, and throw themselves
into the caldoThey fix their eyes on the slim
white swallow swinging at anchor close to them
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Surely they will be hauled aboard, and someone
will use the ship-to-shore to call the Roost
"Netted us a pair of mermaids," they'll say"You
know anyone who wants em?"
The rip parts their handsIt is ruthless, and Lo-
Lo actually drowns first because she fights harder
Tessie hears her cry out twice
Then, rolex uk giving up, her sister's name
Meanwhile, a vagary of the rip is sweeping Tessie
straight for the ship, and holding her up at the
same timeFor a few magical moments it's as
though she's on a surfboard, and her weak
dogpaddle seems to be propelling her like an
outboard motorThen, just before a colder current
reaches up and coils around her ankles, she sees
the ship change into -
Here's a picture I did paint, not once but again
and again and again:
The whiteness of the hull doesn't exactly
disappear; it is sucked inward like blood fleeing
the cheek of a terrified manThe
brightwork dullsThe glass in the windows of the
aft cabin bursts outwardA junkheap white leather prada handbags clutter
appears on the decking, rolling into existence
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from fore to aftExcept it was there all along
Tessie just didn't see it
A creature comes from belowdecksIt creeps to the
railing, where it stares down at the girlIt is a
slumped thing in a hooded red robeHair that
might not be hair at all flutters dankly around a
melted faceYellow hands grip splintered, punky
woodThen, one lifts slowly
And waves to the girl who will soon be GONE
It says Come to me, child
And, drowning, Tessie Eastlake thinks It's a WOMAN!
She sinksAnd does she feel still-warm hands,
those of her freshly dead sister, gripping her
calves and pulling her down?
Yes, of course
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