Breadcrumbs, leftovers, MRES, an empty living room at dusk.
A note, "it's in the fridge. Working late again."
A closet, the red decollete minidress with the thigh slit now gone.
Another after party with the boss and his clients.
An empty whiskey bottle.
My eyes burned. Now it's morning.
You sleep shining in the sun, braless and black panties.
A mudball when you found me, took me to your nest.
You do it for us.
Your true love is killing me.
Another bottle, two glasses.
Co-dependent lovers.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
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Beautiful images painted on this canvas and like a flash from a film background filled in leaving the reader in a peaceful setting. Lovely
Thank you for an interesting analysis.
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