Satin seats sit six steps apart,
as two feet tap in short-sighted sigh
and phlegm gathers in globs from throat to a growl,
while heavily spat sorrows seek comfort's caress
and poor preparations play perfect prowess,
boardering disbelief on dishevelled dreams
and the seams of disaster clink catastrophe's command-
reprimanding the swell of silence's speech.
Unconvinced by lone assurances of unfought duress,
as light slowly descends on pocketbook pride...
one empty echo becomes two lonely sobs.
Author notes
1. vacant vacancy
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you made me believe the vacancy and the way it wraps you up and takes hold so deep in your gut you are left breathless and hungry... thank you so much for entering with you time and talent...
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