I stand up straight,
just like she taught me.
I'm calm.
Collected.
But the table ahead is
hurtling through space,
a thousand miles to
the tick of a clock.
And the tick crawls
slow and alone through
the hairy forest. Oblivious
to the car chase ahead.
I turn the glass upside down
and pour the Cabernet.
Oaky flavours spill to the
floor and consume my world.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
I stand up straight,
just like she taught me.
I'm calm.
Collected.
But the table ahead is
hurtling through space,
a thousand miles to
the tick of a clock.
And the tick crawls
slow and alone through
the hairy forest. Oblivious
to the car chase ahead.
I turn the glass upside down
and pour the Cabernet.
Oaky flavours spill to the
floor and consume my world.
