Weblog entry:
- Hard time floor
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Better be sure.
The door opens, and the words cut deep, purple. A table breaks amidst the silence, and the words cut deep, purple. It’s quiet now, but you can still think of things said, things unsaid, and of words that cut deep, purple.
Alone now, trying to think of what you were so scared of.
Better be sure.
You see to the May-time banners, watching the machines fall apart in the hot-blue first hour of the day. The bright branches scratch the office window oh-so-quietly, as you sit there waiting for her to walk in and save you.
You’re still waiting.
You’d better be sure.
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- 30th day of January 2005.
- Filed under Story, Memory, Fiction.
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