I am turning this pencil upside down and rubbing vigorously upon a fictional friend.
Pressing tightly to my life's page the images of you disappear and your presence comes to an end.
Blowing away the memories of opportunistic lies, self serving betrayals and make pretend.
The page is now clear. A new story can be told. This time however, I will write it in pen.
©Tina Thompson
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
I am turning this pencil upside down and rubbing vigorously upon a fictional friend.
Pressing tightly to my life's page the images of you disappear and your presence comes to an end.
Blowing away the memories of opportunistic lies, self serving betrayals and make pretend.
The page is now clear. A new story can be told. This time however, I will write it in pen.
©Tina Thompson
