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Company

Sit with me a while, in these quiet hours I hold hostage with fluorescent light.

Because I'm less than sober and lonely for another breathing soul.

 

 

We don't need to speak, or touch, or even look at each other.

All I want is presence.

 

 

Untill sunrise decimates my artificial day

 

and I collapse in coveted comatose sleep

 

simply exist

                   with me.

All I ask is honesty.

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  • 245Trioxin
    September 20

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    That last line is the perfect ending while drifting off to sleep. I've had many nights in the company of ghosts, and cold as they are it's the only warmth I felt. Shame they don't know of their own limbo, and like a constrictor... how they squeeze every last bit of life out of those they say they care for.

    As warm as an old electric candle in a northern winter basement.


  • HaleighGrace
    September 20

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    this is such a nice write-really it is
    Ireally like the line-Simply exist with me.