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Music: Nine Inch Nails: Not The Actual Events
Rivers meander through the woods.
I splash through them in ratty old shoes and uncombed hair.
If I can just follow the babbling stream,
Follow to where the siren voices are calling me.
Dirty fingers clutch my ancient stuffed bear,
A toy from generations before.
His stuffing is busting from the frayed seems in his neck
But I love him anyway.
My constant companion.
The water splashes around my ankles,
Stabbing me with sharp, cold droplets.
How long till the rain comes?
The small stream won’t meander through the woods then.
The storms feed it,
Grow it like a monster in your dreams.
Soon it laps at the edges of our safe spaces.
I have to make it to a safe space before it rains.
Once it starts it will never stop.
The rocks along the bank are slick
But I have to stay close.
If I lose the meandering stream
The rain will surely get me too.
My beloved companion, clutched by an arm,
Is losing steam.
His seams …
Are ripping, falling.
We’re leaving a trail of stuffing.
There’s not time for me to consider,
My young mind knows we should be more careful
But I can smell the rain.
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