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By distant moon Date: 2001 Nov 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.24.18.23.31174]] |
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I heard the rooster cry out to the morning sky as I lured my body into the belief that today would be a new day. But it wasn't, it was just like every other...dragging and sucking, like one of your cigarettes nearing its end. I trudged up the stairs to pour a subtle bowl of Trix, which swam in the gallon of milk, which spilled carelessly over every surface within a five foot radius. I didn't care, in fact, I sat in it...ignoring the wetness. Ignoring the discomfort. I felt nothing. I could only assume you felt the same way the night before, as solemn tears, streaming down my expressionless face, covered everything within a similarly large area. My head was throbbing like never before, and I SCREAMED to turn the damn TV down. But there was no TV. There wasn't even a bowl of cereal, or milk. It was still you and I. And the distant echo of your word goodbye. |