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bus forty three pulls into the terminal and the corners of her pursed lips tug upwards into an unwanted awkward smile.
she cannot help herself.
it has been sevenyearsandsixmonthsandfivedays since she last heard his husky whisper and [but?] she will not kill to see him.
she dislikes Change, not just because it is Hard [to take] but also because it is Heavy [on her heart].
he steps down and she takes his suitcase.
she is dying [to know him again].
they sit down to coffee, decaf. it is scalding and hot and bitter.
she will forever remember how it sticks to the roof of her mouth and how she turned into a ticking bomb when he hits her with a timorous
'married someone three years ago.' } five.
and a chary
'already have a baby.' } four.
he shrinks.
'am leaving tomorrow.' } three.
ignominiousness.
'really sorry.' } two.
[you should be.]
she would love ohsomuch to slap him and trace the fireworks blooming across his cheeks.
she would love ohsomuch to punch him in his mocking mouth and watch blood flow, make him swallow his teeth.
she would love ohsomuch to rip that scalp of his out.
instead, she ignites the fire.
'okay.' } one.
then she detonates.
no words said. zero.
the coffee is all over him in twoandthreequarters of a second, the cup hits him in the next oneandahalf seconds and she has walked out of his life in the next nanosecond.
--
tomorrow she will walk into a cigarette store, the kind that reeks of sleaziness and cheap cigarettes and order herself a pack of marlboros and get high on drugs.
she will leave her imploded heart behind and she will not know what has hit her.
she cannot help herself.
it has been sevenyearsandsixmonthsandfivedays since she last heard his husky whisper and [but?] she will not kill to see him.
she dislikes Change, not just because it is Hard [to take] but also because it is Heavy [on her heart].
he steps down and she takes his suitcase.
she is dying [to know him again].
they sit down to coffee, decaf. it is scalding and hot and bitter.
she will forever remember how it sticks to the roof of her mouth and how she turned into a ticking bomb when he hits her with a timorous
'married someone three years ago.' } five.
and a chary
'already have a baby.' } four.
he shrinks.
'am leaving tomorrow.' } three.
ignominiousness.
'really sorry.' } two.
[you should be.]
she would love ohsomuch to slap him and trace the fireworks blooming across his cheeks.
she would love ohsomuch to punch him in his mocking mouth and watch blood flow, make him swallow his teeth.
she would love ohsomuch to rip that scalp of his out.
instead, she ignites the fire.
'okay.' } one.
then she detonates.
no words said. zero.
the coffee is all over him in twoandthreequarters of a second, the cup hits him in the next oneandahalf seconds and she has walked out of his life in the next nanosecond.
--
tomorrow she will walk into a cigarette store, the kind that reeks of sleaziness and cheap cigarettes and order herself a pack of marlboros and get high on drugs.
she will leave her imploded heart behind and she will not know what has hit her.
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fulsome, you are. did you know that?
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another 5 minute piece 8D and the title's a joke, because my brother's computer has some girl yelling in a deranged manner. which pretty much fits.
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psh the grammar is shit as is the word choice but i don't care!! because uhm i will like post 3 more times before i let this account rot for the holidays and copic drawing. B)
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hidden meanings are wayyyy understated.
fulsome, you are. did you know that?
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another 5 minute piece 8D and the title's a joke, because my brother's computer has some girl yelling in a deranged manner. which pretty much fits.
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psh the grammar is shit as is the word choice but i don't care!! because uhm i will like post 3 more times before i let this account rot for the holidays and copic drawing. B)
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hidden meanings are wayyyy understated.
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nyh,
i just picked this one at random
from your gallery...
imagery - to paint the picture in my mind
imagination - to keep it vital and interesting
verbal abilities - to nuance it clearly
heart (eye) of the tiger - better than "Rocky"
there's probably more, but i've run out of words.
your age may be 14?, but your mind is 40!
(as far as writing goes)
(don't get life ideas beyond 14 yet though)
i'll watch for more writing.
sorry to read of your friend, Aaron.
pip
i just picked this one at random
from your gallery...
imagery - to paint the picture in my mind
imagination - to keep it vital and interesting
verbal abilities - to nuance it clearly
heart (eye) of the tiger - better than "Rocky"
there's probably more, but i've run out of words.
your age may be 14?, but your mind is 40!
(as far as writing goes)
(don't get life ideas beyond 14 yet though)
i'll watch for more writing.
sorry to read of your friend, Aaron.
pip