Nervously self conscious.
Eye to eye split seconds
linger longer
and I wonder of the ills.
Pimply lady smiles,
she's placed adjacent
and I cringe to
hold my breath and wait.
Door cracks.
Flowing white
wished heaven's angel
hovers there...
and I exhale;
swallow deep as
red returns.
Author notes
Draft... Maybe more or less.
A contest entry
- Contemplations: The Waiting Room by Cat.
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i sit and watch people... give them names. wonder why they are there.. what kind of life they have..
it's all strange and clinical..
i like this piece. well done and many thanks for entering...
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Thanks.
I think the word rouge would well replace red
but I am a male and don't wear makeup. lol
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i think we all do that- wonder of the ills of those around us in those situations- and you just know when its your turn with someone you care about or yourself .. every eye there is wondering about you- heaven's angel? figuratively or literally? in this situation one never knows
nicely penned, friend
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Interesting is the word I would use also...
I believe I understand...but then...I may be way off base...
Write on!
*PEACE*
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hmmmmm.... interesting....
very interesting...
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