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He scribbled furiously; Fixed on ink and beats, with a side of mocha.
Where had it gone wrong, she wondered.
The café abuzz; coffee beans bubble; an order hollered, shuffling squeaky sneakers.
He kept silent.
She stared. Look up Finnegan, I'm out of coffee. I'm not hungry. That's an interesting theory. Tell me more.
Let me in.
Perhaps she should start. Stretching her hand across the table, a fingertip brushed a lock of black hair. Make some noise, it urged.
He snapped up, annoyed. A slender hand withdrew.
She returned to the scenery. He resumed writing.
And so their silence raged.
Where had it gone wrong, she wondered.
The café abuzz; coffee beans bubble; an order hollered, shuffling squeaky sneakers.
He kept silent.
She stared. Look up Finnegan, I'm out of coffee. I'm not hungry. That's an interesting theory. Tell me more.
Let me in.
Perhaps she should start. Stretching her hand across the table, a fingertip brushed a lock of black hair. Make some noise, it urged.
He snapped up, annoyed. A slender hand withdrew.
She returned to the scenery. He resumed writing.
And so their silence raged.
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Autumn Leaves
Swatches of orange
Painted across ashen skies.
Sweet melancholy.
Literature
Thoughts in Quatrains
Today, the sky is sunny still
The light without to touch within
The view from every windowsill
Of dreams and things that might have been
I'd rather leave the silence there
If time is just too much to ask
The words and aimless thoughts I wear
Like feathers on a reveler's mask
For secrets kept are those to hold
And bury till the morning comes
But leave no fairytales untold
To bless the few, the happy some
I've all the world to see, to know
To hold within my fearful hands
And every place on earth to go
A long way gone from where we stand
So will you take a leap for me?
If lives can be so freely lost
The story ends, and so do we
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