http://exploretruth.com/creativity-poetry-2/route-66/ The Art & Practice Of An Examined Life Fri, 02 Mar 2012 23:06:20 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 http://exploretruth.com/creativity-poetry-2/route-66/comment-page-1/#comment-90 irissamarie Fri, 29 Jan 2010 07:30:13 +0000 http://exploretruth.com/?p=1118#comment-90 My hands frenetically groped the air above her twisted frame, as if searching for a place on her to heal. Panic was in her face. The slender fingers of her left hand slashed the air to find my arm, and once successful, her vice grip was never loosened. Her breath came in the form of hiccups and spoke of a pain I hoped to never know. Violent trails of bloody water ran their jagged course from her side, her head, her neck. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her she would be okay, but no words came out. It would be a lie,anyway so instead I lay my hand on hers, smoothed back wet hairs along her forehead and started to sing. My hands frenetically groped the air above her twisted frame, as if searching for a place on her to heal. Panic was in her face. The slender fingers of her left hand slashed the air to find my arm, and once successful, her vice grip was never loosened. Her breath came in the form of hiccups and spoke of a pain I hoped to never know. Violent trails of bloody water ran their jagged course from her side, her head, her neck. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her she would be okay, but no words came out. It would be a lie,anyway so instead I lay my hand on hers, smoothed back wet hairs along her forehead and started to sing.

]]> http://exploretruth.com/creativity-poetry-2/route-66/comment-page-1/#comment-87 Jacqueline Wed, 27 Jan 2010 03:50:56 +0000 http://exploretruth.com/?p=1118#comment-87 ....she was lying on the side of the road mangled, distorted and soaked to the bone. Was she dead? How long had she been there? Before I know it, the ice cold rain was attacking my face as I ran, senses peaked, to her side. ….she was lying on the side of the road mangled, distorted and soaked to the bone. Was she dead? How long had she been there? Before I know it, the ice cold rain was attacking my face as I ran, senses peaked, to her side.

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