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The Shell of You

Apr 2, 2008
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I remember laughter.
The sound of it tickled my ears,
reverberating a bitter-sweet after-taste of a memory.
My smile used to woo the corners of my eyes into a joyous furrow.
The warmth of its lovemaking left on my cheeks, a rosy stained hue.
The unabashed candor of my steps,
once a waltz I had thought would not end. 
It's destination humming a happily ever after.
Then like an eerie sound of quiet,
you clamor into my life.
Your presence an inky blackness, 
wrapped around my neck, a snake in a choking coil.
Your empty promises and whispers of love,
weighed heavily upon my steps, 
a chain and ball to my dance.
Time passed quickly.
Life, a distant light in the grimy void of a tunnel.
Into your bleak future, I am embraced.
At last, your demise is complete.
I stand before you, a broken mirror. 
Look at me. 
Am I what you wanted?
Look at me.
The shell of you.

Written by:

~Mercy Brianne Luis~

Hugs and kisses and the I-Love-Yous, Colors of black/pink/gray/white, little hands clinging onto mine, smiles as bright as the sun given freely and without malicious intent, sighs of contentment, words of adoration expressed spontaneously, the alphabet song and any nursery rhymes sung in piercingly high pitched voices, the words muffled and changed as if too hard to remember, titillating laughter bubbled up and released without fear of retribution, beating heart through a t-shirt, lovely lips when relaxed and turned up, being held for no apparent reason than to just breathe, fairy kisses that seem awkward yet amusing...

the love that reminds me of these precious details that make up my life.

Despite the passing of the days that seem to fly by without a care, these are just some of the memories that I will always hold dear to me.

~Mercy~

Drizt

Mar 27, 2008
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Drizt

If anyone was to ask me right now at what point of my life do I cherish the most, I would have to say my childhood. Not because it was filled with no cares and no worries, but because I spent that part of my life spending time with my brother, Drizt.

As children, Drizt and I were inseparable. Though we fought like dogs and cats, we always stood up for each other when needed.

As a child, you believe that the person you see everyday, you will continue to see them everyday for the rest of your lives.

I wish that were true. However, life has a capricious sense of humor and I haven't been able to see my little bro everyday. In fact, I haven't seen him in years. We do keep in touch from time to time, but nothing like when we were children. How I miss that with all my heart.

Without him, I would've had twenty voices talking all at once in my head. All of them would be my imaginary friends that i would've had to make up through the lonely years without a sibling.

I miss him and hope we get to hang out like we used to. Minus the dirt and the little stuffed toys.

Besides my husband, Drizt is a part of me.

These are the things that remind me of him: Funny laugh (sounds almost like someone with asthma dying slowly), his big smile, the numerous accents he had, the quirky mind that seemed to go everywhere yet....nowhere, the sharp wit that sometimes got him into trouble, his bad habit of allowing sarcasm to dictate conversations, and his open heart that always made me cry and smile all at the same time.

We had that type of bond that after every fight, we would fall into each other's arms and just cry. Through our sobs, we would try to gasp out our apologies and regrets, even though we would be bleeding and bruising after a beat down we would give each other.

During times when our parents didn't get along or times when there was conflict in the household, we would be each other's shoulder to lean on and have a good cry, all the while assuring each other that everything was going to be alright and everybody else could just kiss our asses.

I miss my brother. I'm tearing up even now just thinking about the good times.

But I know that when I do see him....

I'm gonna kick his ass for sitting on my head during our last fight! Payback is a Mothah!!!

And then I'll cry while telling him I'm sorry for kicking his ass....while sitting on his head.

All this I will do out of love.

Gotta love family.

~Mercy~