embers
April 9th, 2012, 11:51 PM
I haven't really written shit in a while. So.
thought minerals
"My wife grew up in a mining family," he said this morning
after a sunrise's worth of silent thinking. "Solitary,
no hobbies: no dancing, no singing, no drawing - she drew
her bounds around herself
from the store room with the barred windows,
the wine cellar where nobody goes
to the terrace, dirty marble juxtaposed
with shiny gifts from the old widows
next door, all pristine."
his lips sink, seal again
and allow a sunrise of silence
thought minerals
"My wife grew up in a mining family," he said this morning
after a sunrise's worth of silent thinking. "Solitary,
no hobbies: no dancing, no singing, no drawing - she drew
her bounds around herself
from the store room with the barred windows,
the wine cellar where nobody goes
to the terrace, dirty marble juxtaposed
with shiny gifts from the old widows
next door, all pristine."
his lips sink, seal again
and allow a sunrise of silence