Justice is an unlucky gambler and we, his last two chips.
- anonymous
Still here. Counting smudges
on the once white walls.
Learning every hour,
Satan's magnificent crescendo
of the dripping silver faucet. I think
I've got it down to an art form
but when do you think
the music stops? I'm sure perspectives
play their roles respectively and who
would disagree
but anger is more a broken frame
and less the torn picture itself. I can hold
things. This box of soap. This t.v. clicker.
This tin with two chalky,
after dinner mints.. and find myself.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Woman in a motel by AJ Morelli.
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Comments
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there is a lot to like in this, "
anger is more a broken frame
and less the torn picture itself"
is real nice and the closing, "I can hold things..." is fascinating for what it does not say as much as for what it does...
great entry here
al
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