Being a Classic Tramp was beneath the level he had hoped to achieve but, as he sat alone by the casket after the ceremony had ended, Bobo realized his frown was perfectly placed today. Soft strains of a cello played in his head as he paid his respects to Bubbles in silence.
He hid in the tower’s apex. The moonlight sliced through the merciful darkness of his sanctuary, revealing his location. When the swallow finally found him and serenaded he would return to clay and his hopes of living would fossilize.
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The dagger hung from my eaves and I knew I would escape tonight. He would not be able to stop me. I plunged the icicle into his heart with every ounce of desired freedom. It will melt long before they find him.
I wished for a eudaemonic Christmas, where spirits were light and smiles abundant.
“You can keep asking. I’m not going to tell you.”
She practically begged him, “I just want a hint.”
“I did not purchase a ring.”
Her shoulders deflated.
“I bought you a circle of gold.”
He knelt and handed her the box.
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The single coffee cup made me sense my solitude even more. Everything around me faded into the background, much like I knew I had been doing. The cloud over my morning solace taunted me, trying to will me to tears. But I simply sat on that stool and waited for the rainbow.
She always said to look for her after she passed.
She would be visible and show me a great circle of love.
I was only a child then,
but after she died
the first planet I saw through my telescope was Saturn.
He was a focused man and remained fixated by his purpose. The accoutrements he carried would make him believable. His white collar made her trust him immediately. She didn’t see the open van door until it was too late.
My walls crumble
and I sink in sand that is unforgiving.
Illusions surround me,
confound me.
The core of our existence,
carved from the same sorcery.
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The pull was strong.
Celestial light enveloped me,
suspending me.
But I couldn’t leave.
As much as we promised,
and wanted to be together forever,
our unborn child deserved life.
I inhaled,
my hand slipped from yours
and the light was gone.
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