Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A chiasm.

There once was a girl with a rock in her shoe, and try as she might, she just couldn’t get it out. When she tipped her shoe over to let it escape, it hid from her. It became lost and she’d think she’d gotten it out, but really it was still there. And she noticed it every time she put her shoe back on.
One day she was walking from class to class, and the sharp rock stabbed her heel. She gasped in pain and stopped to make sure it was alright. Contrarily to this she took off her shoe and saw that it had started to bleed. She tried her best to cover it up, but the blood had already begun to congeal. Yuck.
At long last she finally got the blasted rock out, but it had already had its effect. Even though it was gone, it was still there in her mind. And she felt it. Still. That darned rock in her shoe.
As she was trudging through the snow one day, she broke the honor code and threw a snowball at her friend. It was really an ice ball though and it stabbed him and he started to bleed. She gasped, and a pain in her conscience made her cry out. She tried to make it up to him, but there was nothing she could do.
There was once a girl with a rock in her shoe, and try as she might, she just couldn’t get it out.


[and no robert, as much as you might be inclined to think it, this is not for/about you.]

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