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Back to DecemberI stood outside the cozy little brick house as the snowflakes danced around me, enveloping me in a hurricane of frost.
I haven't been here in a while, I have been busier than I've ever been.
I glanced through one of the windows--the one to the right that usually had an exuberant white puppy barking joyfully.
Except he wasn't there. Neither was the usual amber blaze set in the fireplace.
Looking up at the blueish-gray sheet of sky. Shutting my eyes lightly, I said my own name loud and clear. Anything to hear something less casual, my voice sounded forced and troubled. Not the usual things I'd been hearing--all I've spoken for a while is just small talk. The usual things, work, the weather...
Nothing that really let anyone know what I was feeling. As my eyes focused on the foggy cloud that was my breath as I spoke, and watching it slowly drift away, my mind followed suit.
Passing through the hallway and to the door, the moment the door was open a bouquet of roses was thrusted into my
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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