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Aaron Dinger Apr 2013
She walked me to the edge of a cliff.
The seagulls yelled at us from above
and the frothing sea salivated green foam
which dripped from its jagged, stony teeth.

We gazed down the face,
foreboding and bleak.
Our energies overlapped
and I could feel her inside of my soul.

She took my hand and said,
"Don't let me fall."
I pulled her closer and said,
"Never."

We held each other there on the edge
and gazed into each other's eyes.
She kissed me and said goodbye,
never looking back as I fell to the icy water.

Luckily I missed the rocks,
but the waves shot daggers of cold into my body.
The light grew dimmer through the water as the surface grew further away from me
and I sank deeper, for my joints were frozen.

She was part of my life for only a short time,
but as it flashed before my eyes, all I saw was her.
Aaron Dinger May 2012
No,
I did not
get her a card.
I do not
support corporate holidays.
It's enough to spend the day with the elderly woman who birthed me,
whom I am not very fond of.
I pretend to love her every other day of the year;
today, I endure prolonged time in her presence.
You're welcome, society...
Aaron Dinger Apr 2012
Four burgers, large fry;
six dollars, ninety-nine.

I can see myself
eating it all

and then watching
as a steaming pile

of half-digested food
pours out of me.
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