Free Write 1, Week 2

This is actually something I wrote about a girl I guess I really didn't even know? I had to read about a lot of people being torn up over her recent passing--and when I say recent I mean yesterday. I don't know what to think about what I have here--I just hope no one finds it insulting or misinterprets anything I said. Obviously feelings surrounding this matter are understandably raw and I meant this to be a tribute of sorts to her as opposed to a commentary against facebook. I hold a lot of respect for the families and friends of T.M., and I will them all the strength I can imagine. I guess I just found it fascinating how so readily available media made me to her heartbreak and I wanted a record of that.

I strayed away from capitalization on purpose. XD Don't ask me why--it just felt right to do with this. Also, there might be a section in there that might be confusing. I don't know why I did it, but it felt easier to type for me. T.M. passed away from cancer at 17, and instead of addressing the disease I instead used dates? So that's what that is. Anyway, please give feedback. I'd like to polish this up quite a bit for personal reasons.

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beauty is terminal--
it shrivels in a battle
against the inside. curls
fetal under time's asphyxiation.
lives croon necked
and moon skinned
on wall photos
and facebook profiles.
hers were the eyes they'd kill for--
piercing in a cropped prom photo, they
were the same eyes she'd left in,
never for a moment dulled.

what happens to her wall
when there's no user behind it?
when the hearts left empty
blot their sorrows and share their tears
in the translated patter of 1's and 0's--
drowning a community without bodies,
simply solemn faces beyond a blue screen
connected in trial without touch.
prayers delivered in 19 words per minute
and tributes made in intangible inboxes.
who reads those password protected letters?
how can she know her final goodbyes
if those eyes--
still like the split of broken glass,
has slipped into darkness--
then elevated into light?

if she could read my goodbyes
i'd type her a letter,
titled "June 21st
to July 23rd,"
and tell her how i miss her
though i never really knew her
until yesterday.
i'd tell her it's unfair she's gone
though she heard it many times before
and will hear it many more
in whispering hallways on birthdays
and holidays passing.
i'd tell her she hasn't updated statuses lately
and i'd like to know what heavens like,
and to upload photos if she can
so her family can see smiling faces.
i'd tell her to add me to her friend's list
and that life down here is about the same--
forever moving but missing that last ingredient
to make what's left seem special.
and at the end of my letter
though i've never been good
at sentimental sayonaras
i'd say

that even the young leave early
and that beauty dies once
but lives in memories,
in mobile photos,
in cropped prom pictures,
in high school year books forever.