The sidewalks lining the streets of my damaged childhood were dimly lit with a blinking bulb
Amber burned through my lens much like the lighter hidden in my closet
Why would I need a lighter?
Why did I have four, all spaced out and hidden just the same?
The air circling my bones pushed me forward
Two for two dollars; a deal
Wouldn't you pick up your pace to reach a miracle?
Something to push the pain from your temple back to the center of your being
The pinching and stabbing finally laid to rest
The voices hushed
Colors dulled
Objects shrinking until they can no longer be seen
And if obtaining two cigarettes is enough to kill me
Bury me adjacent to my grandmother's grave
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Blurred Emotions - A Plethora Of Short Stories
RandomThese are my thoughts put into writing; usually short stories, poems, or a jumble of words from my brain.
