he said he didn’t
feel like cooking
so we could
stare at the blankness
awhile longer,
pretending something
was there.
it was the
end of the
world.
we knew this
most of the time
except in the
space between
minutes when we
were okay and
we actually ate
food.
but then it
was back;
the lack of
emotion that
scared us into
submission.
the throat
cut open and
bleeding, the
screaming-
somebody help
me. And “oh God!”
and this time it
was capitalized because
only one thing
could have
made this much
noise.
it was his
choice, they
said to make
it all better.
the weather
was cold
since it was
winter
and everything’s
logical
really.
A contest entry
- make me feel by Tangled Angle.
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Comments
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i think there were too many line breaks & made this rather choppy.
besides that, this was great.
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the beginning blew me away. yo say so many things in your small stanzas. impressive.
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