Open Poetry #44 |
Every Single Evening's Plot |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
I closed the door of my dirty old flat, I went outside for a short evening stroll. I bought some cheap hooch and a condom instead. I'd only arrived when I heard a phone call. It was so persistent, so deafening loud. Who failed to forget me? I wanted to know. I took a deep breath for a desperate shout, Picked up the receiver: "Hello!Hello?" Just silence. An error? Wrong number? Or what? A quick thought of you. Stupid me! Would you care? I started to feel all the spirits I'd bought Dissolve in my blood, neutralizingdespair. In less than an hour my neighbours arrived And asked me for something they needed. Okay. I gave them a condom and bade them hot night - I wouldn't have sex for some number more days. I spent the next hour listening to moans, But envy and anger were still neutralized. I'd made through the day, and I'd done it alone. The neighbours calmed down. I closed my eyes. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, guess it just wasn't your night. |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
Fresh and emotional but subtle enough.Good. |
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