she has the limp arm of a writer, toned only for a few short and swift movements
constantly lifting a mug, cigarette, pen
pausing to watch the dreams
fall
maybe waiting until the motivation fades and the lies
drip
away
or possibly biding its time until another limb finds
and captures, tip-
toes along thin bone and transparent memories
until it creates a new territory of
fingers, filtered sunlight, gasps, smooth whispers
of shared pots of tea and shared packs of cigarettes
jointly making the ink run dry
shaking
shaking
reaching for a new one
huh. didn't/don't know where i was going with this, but it's reached an interesting point. maybe will make something more of this.
About Me
- alia
- "too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."
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It's so interesting! The way the words flow, and the kind of story it tells... Just great. :D
Also, yay! Super penpal powers activate!
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