The you that was me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
My dream. make of it what you will.

Submitted: August 01, 2007

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On a boat, it's windy, beached on a shore. In a car park full of cars that's empty of people. Wind whistling around motorvehicles, the sound in your ears. 

A body standing alone, hands reached out, the skin hanging loose with no flesh to support.

The dress draped over a bag of bones.

The head turns and flat eyes blink. More of them appear out of nowhere.
Running and i'm not me. I'm you.Running again, cornered. Your with me, the you that was me.

A gun held in dead hands, a hat on dead skin. The gun fired into dead heads, with bodies that sit back, and look up in confusion.

Blood drawn, will make the i that was and me like them.

Lying in the dirt looking up, with music in ears and the I that was me beside me. Holding hands in the dirt. Buried but not. Looking up. A bird overhead with silver in its grip.Myself and I, need to follow.

Arms braced, swiming through earth, no breath need be drawn. They follow.


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