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The Cornfield- Part 3I knew it! he scoffed. I knew youd chicken out! You never have the courage to do anything.
Cliff stumbled a few steps back in surprise. I-I do, too, he squeaked pathetically. Surprised by Corrins outburst, I felt my body turn cold. My being sunk into my feet, draining my cheeks of warmth.
Not at all! You cant take a piece of toast from the toaster because youre scared of burning your finger, you cant brush a bug aside because youre scared of it stinging you, and you cant stay out a moment past curfew because youre scared of your mother punishing you! Corrin shook his head. No, you just expect everyone else to take care of you. You cant seem to take care of anyone, even if its your responsibility!
A week ago, he went on, his voice growing loud, You ignored Penny; you left her by herself!
Cliff had taken me to the library while Corrin was at the
The Cornfield- Part 2I hurried over to the porch, rushing past the relatively unfamiliar faces of the Car Guys. When he noticed me, Corrin relaxed his grip on the stick and softened his stance. Cliffs shoulders lifted into a straight-backed position.
Hey, Penny, said Corrin, hesitantly raising his eyebrows. Whatre you doing here? Here to help with my moms harvest? His eyes focused on me, sharp and intense, like a hawk.
She had a fife lesson today, said Cliff, his voice shaking slightly. His eyebrows were lifted also and slightly bunched together, causing a tiny crease in his forehead.
Corrin started to speak again, but stopped when he noticed I was pointing at the stick in his hand. Its a spear, he said, and clenched his fists around it proudly, flexing the muscles in his arms. Its for the pests. Thats the problem, see. We have this small cornfield of twenty stalks or so, but its infested.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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