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Carrie Elizabeth

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Bristol, VA, US

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an excerpt from "Views From The Bombshelter"

by

Carrie Elizabeth

And walking down the street
a dead man, of his own accord,
gets up and stumbles about and he,
though deaths most certain "victim",
is shunned by the living.
He is merely different.
And the people are dancing and throwing flowers and . . .
Life Life Life Life Life . . .
Chanting and shouting and
(touching) (touching) (touching) !!!
a society of "victims"?
Claiming to be victims, yet
powerful, oh so
powerful. And everyone dies, (he says)
sooner or later or now . . . (he screams)
or last week? (silence) (silence)
Last week they all died.
Merely more
that few will remember and even fewer
will be able to forget . . .


Seperate Stories

by

Carrie Elizabeth

on a subway crammed with death
she's laughing to herself
at all the innocent who don't have to be
all the blue-eyed girls
with the yellowed ponytails
dancing around in a cluster of smog.
I'm not sure what to do.


It's time to start thinking about yourself

by

Carrie Elizabeth

It's time to start thinking about yourself
pretty little girl
Time to walk away, time for you
It's time to give up the dependence
now or never?
Time to take off in a clean car, new cigarettes
Time to wear your favorite shirt in the middle of winter,
flip flops in the snow
Time to put down the window, let your short hair blow long
Time to sing. Slam it into park and dance.
It's time to start thinking about yourself.


Untitled

by

Carrie Elizabeth

And it seems as though time has stopped
Once more
In the inevitable way that it does, quite often
As I think of you and ignore my million dollar education
Analyzing stories and counting on my fingers
the minutes as they pass too slowly by.
I can see that smile creeping around the side of your face
Telling secrets and watching you blush
And then it's my turn.
Time passing slowly?
And somehow years have passed.