Statues

The follow creative writing prompt was given to me today: you will be given three words and you will start your piece with these three words and write for three minutes. Then you will be given three more words and you will continue to write for another three minutes....this went on for about twenty minutes. Everyone in the room started to write rapidly, as if the world would end if they didn't.

The following piece of work is...
(raw, complicated, unedited, naked, wordy and awkward)
but i guess that's what writing is about..
playing around with ugly sentences until they feel beautiful.


Statues suffer like ruins,
age hanging off
their cool, supple limbs.
I yearn to touch him,
awaken him from his slumber.
But i realize that I am alone. Powerless.
Ruin me.

I trace my finger on your arm, frozen.
Your eyes, the black marbles, cool.
They stare at me,
not lifting their gaze as I stare up at
you in bewilderment. [where did you go?]
Marbles facing marbles,
eyes facing eyes.

The darkness of coffins has a way
of silencing a young girl.
I learned this long ago when
I was not afraid to stare at
things i knew would disappear.
I am afraid of death,
and other things I cannot touch.
Touch me.

It was your glass of water that crashed on the ground
and evaporated into something terrible.
I guess it was then that i knew we were beginning to fall
in all the wrong ways,
love in all the right ways.

I awoke to find you trapped,
a statue at the Louvre,
so beautiful and valiant,
so alone.
I began to cry because I had nothing
left to give you.
I squeeze you as if you could feel me.