Wednesday, December 6, 2017

from p.1 on Mon., 12/4

Foam settling
over strong
espresso.

The warmth
mixed with
the warmth of Christmas
lights ignited:

My dread of
Monday's reality.


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Bright lights reflected
in my eyes.
As the people walk by
music surrounds us,
laughter from small
children,
my head on his shoulder
and we smile.


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Everything was
spinning.

So hungry.

I said, "never again" as
I ate an Oreo.


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My eyes burn.
dead leaves
drift through
strong winds.

Hollow life.

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