![]() Then whispers, then a circle of people around her, all talking at once and then all at once silent. Now, it's her turn to explain-she hasn't had a period in over a year. There, the nurse asks her to verify her last menstrual period, explaining that xrays can potentially harm a fetus. One night at work, eight months into this new life, she falls and is taken to the hospital. Months later, the past distant but not forgotten, living a new life. ![]() The last thing she remembers before sleep comes is a tear on her cheek. Her brother looks out and she sees his lips form the words ' What the fuck?'Īsks him to sit with her until she falls asleep. Ten minutes later, she is knocking on a window. One more drink of the icee and it, too, is tossed in the trash. She applies the duct tape and satisfied that it won't bleed through, throws the rest of the roll away. Pulling a five inch piece of duct tape free from the roll, she holds the shirt up by her teeth and twists around so she can see clearly in the mirror the wound to her back. Her back she cleans with just a bit of warm water, since the blood is finally beginning to clot. After rinsing the dried blood out of her hair, she throws away the soap and gingerly pulls the t-shirt over her head, in case someone else should decide to come in. She sighs and leans over the sink with the new bar of soap, cleaning her face and winces as the soap stings the newly opened areas. The water, even though it's been running for quite a bit of time, is no warmer than tepid. She laughs, thinking for some reason of crayons and all the ridiculous colors she represents. She's covered, to the waist of her jeans, in bruises in various stages of healing. She takes off the ripped, bloodstained shirt that she hasn't changed since work the night before and stands there in a bra and jeans, looking in the mirror. It's filthy and has the acrid smell of stale urine. She could have done without the icee but damn, it feels good on her swollen lips. She goes to the store, walks bloody through the other patrons and buys a plain t-shirt, a bar of soap, a roll of duct tape and an icee. He'll come home with the madness in his eyes, the cruelty in his words and his touch, the blows that will rain down on her.Ĭonvincing him that she can't go to work like this, she leaves the house with a gaping wound in her back, $5 (for make-up~cover it up~make it go away~ make it go away) and a new will to live after making through another night with him. She's too tired to even care, until the pain comes-and it will come. Actually, Throwing Copper is probably my favorite album of all time.Ī place where she used to lie awake at night, wishing he would just go ahead and kill her because she was just too tired to do it herself. ![]() The song Pillar of Davidson is also quite dramatic and. Lightning Crashes is potent, and dreamy, so good, I love it. it was so achingly beautiful.Īny way, my point is. It's right up there with the time a friend of mine played piano and sang My Skin by Natalie Merchant at school on her birthday. I actually cried when I saw the performance. I think this was quite the experience for me, really, I'm never ever going to touch heroin so long as I live. As he injects the heroin into his vein (in what I would assume to be an extremely accurate portrayal of an addict), the song gets louder, etc, etc to the part where he actually dies and the song hits its climax, then slowly levels out and eventually ends. lightning crashes starts to play quietly in the background. he records a message for his parents before he kills himself, and as he records it. There was a lot that built up to the end of it, but what happens is he reaches a stage where the heroin has taken control of his life to the point where he doesn't want to go on living. they had a skit which involved a young man, and his family, and of course, a heroin addiction. One portion dealt with heroin and the things it does to the people who use it. ![]() now regardless of my stance on drug use, I liked the presentation. When I was in highschool, we had a presentation of sorts from a group of really talented young actors speaking out against drugs. It's probably one of the most beautiful songs ever written, in my opinion, one of the most thought provoking, inspiring pieces of music to ever grace my ears. Lightning Crashes is a song about life, death, the passing on of something old and the creation of something new. I don't intend to document the lyrics here, I do intend to mention something I once saw while in highschool, probably the only thing useful I walked out of there with.
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