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[basric]

Title: CROWD
Flavor: Criminal Intent
Rating: G
Word Count: 98
A/N: Bobby Goren

Memorizing and analyzing facts--his forte.
He’d learned at seven to compartmentalize his mind.
Little boxes for every fact and horror.
Space for all there was to live and learn and love.
Where his busy brain could select and analyze at leisure.

Over time compartments multiplied…exponentially in the last four years.
The doors fell open, choices seized,
Facts and horrors now all clamoring for attention.
Phantoms from his past, specters from his blighted future.

He, with all his knowledge, did not know how or if he could make the crowd retreat.

Close back the compartment doors.

Is this insanity?

Comments

[lozziecap.livejournal.com]

My god, that's beautiful. Like a poem. And spot on where my thinking about Goren is, at the moment.

[basric.livejournal.com]

Thank you

[lynnez59.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. I think this perfectly depicts the goings on in Goren's head.

[basric.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I think so too.

[sipman.livejournal.com]

WOW sweetie...that was awesome...great job...Peace

[basric.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[lule-bell.livejournal.com]

Oh, that was beautiful.
Elegant and lyrical.
Well done! ^^

[basric.livejournal.com]

Thanks.