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Red Furniture |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Red Furniture Lily's parents sat me down in their custom red furniture ugly as a supermarket dizzy as a swingset and I sink into pleather wating for her under their microwave gaze I need a witty turn of phrase I need a smoke and they offer me a Coke and they offer me a future tie me to mixed emotions unsure with her Just as Lily descends the stairs red headed freckle-speckled twin brothers in pairs leer at me I can't see I'm too lost in her but her parents glare and icily stare as I silently take her hand and lead her out the door such a sweaty hand driving, arriving, fourth floor hospital cold as December shivering, I try on vain to comfort her On through 9 pm I wait for the time to get the call through the gate and back to her On through tomorrow I'll sit down in red hospital furniture I'll wait for her contrast white knuckles on white bright walls She emerges Lily emerges from the white crying in surges tides of tired dread well went the "operation" the faceless doctor said she falls into me blown away like ashes after this abortion heavy, wet eyelashes as we sink into the pleather red furniture I'm just a speck, a micron away from her "The moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell". -- Tom Waits, 'Bad Liver and a Broken Heart' |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
red furniture and a microwave gaze... I enjoyed your description throughout,feeling melancholy toward the end. miscellanea |
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