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Triscuit Jan 2018
My emotions are like a pistol in a holster.
I've kept them seated for weeks, trying to convey a maturity.
I don't need you to turn to, and I grow a little each day.
Change is hard, but our vignette was harder.
Chapter by chapter we grew more climactic.
Drama begets danger, and the ringing sounds like shrill bells, each one screaming a letter of your name.
I put on my headphones and get to work.
I will undo the anger I've seen, you can't drag me under.
Healing is a long process and doesn't happen easily.
Triscuit Dec 2017
Our eyes make acquaintance in the dim light of the car.
I search them for a person I once knew, someone different, someone not you.
I see a familiar glare.
I want to test your patience.
I want to taste your soul.
Two different bodies with the same paces.
They make your intellect into copies.
Not the same, no.
The differences are obvious, but the intrigue stays.
Love.
It always comes back.
No two people are exactly alike... But love starts out the same.
Triscuit Dec 2017
The invisible weights cast their impression on my ankles.

I walk in breathless silence.

I can no longer extend my hand to the fingertips once there, now consumed by creeping vines.

I turn back to see the clearing empty, your shadow is gone.

The weights become lighter in time.
Time heals all wounds.
Triscuit Dec 2017
I feel the proximity of the ground escape me.
Weightlessness weighs heavy on the soul.
Afraid to be enraptured by the temptation of sinless pleasure.
There is no sinless pleasure like the way the ocean breeze kisses your face.
And you follow the shells dotting the coastline to a forgotten treasure.
The strangers fade into granules of sand.
The noise dies into a whisper.
Raptured by the tide.
Hiding from the crowd.
Meet me by the ocean side.
Let us rapture.
...
Triscuit Dec 2017
The departure, sullen and sweet.
Parting ways thoughtfully, only to obsess.
I've got errands, I've got my things.
Recalling your pupils I suppose...
Maybe it wasn't just dim light.
But I will not know for a very long time.
The twilight absorbs me, ******* me into the dusky void.
I return to my path and begin to walk.
At last we talked.
Triscuit Dec 2017
Sunlight swathes the car door window, warming my shoulder with southern heat.
Tunes hum, rattling around in the radio, patiently waiting their turn to serenade me next.
The anxiety coats the air like warm milk in your stomach, clinging to the interior of the vehicle.
Words are few, silence abundant in it's absence, it only pauses for brief discussion.
There is not much left to say, the worst is over. New chapters begin, the fear seeps out and reality creeps in.
. . .
Triscuit Dec 2017
My heart lurches.
I feel the jitters coming on.
Can you taste the acerbic air?

It's so cold.
Your eyes are frozen.
Locked beneath the hull of your anger.

Hit me.
Don't flinch.
The words cut almost as deep as my unkept fingernails.

Apathy rings loudly.
Empathy has yet to resurface.
I choke.

It's over.
Jitters have passed.
The footsteps fade.
Almost there.
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