"boop boop beep beep boop bup bip beep" go the alerts and synaptic responses
too fast to process, too repetitive to want to
"spit that out, it's toxic" I warned
as he slurped up drama in great mouthfulls, as if she were kool-aid
he would slice open a vein and welcome drama directly if she asked him to
surreptitious texting continues beneath the table
eyes downcast, thumbs flying across the screen
"nothing good can come of this" I continue
but as with all addictions, compulsion reigns supreme.
caution and courtesy to the wind, as they say
tomorrow is another day
he'll quit her then.
Sun 23rd Jun 2019 13:51
Thank you for the encouraging comments, almost like the faint whispers of the muse itself.
My feelings threaten to tumble out in words (my breadcrumbs, as they were, are, and shall be).
Naturally, when they are ready I will come back and sprinkle them here.
Mon 17th Jun 2019 09:32
'as he slurped up drama in great mouthfulls, as if she were kool-aid'
what a fabulous line in amongst a fabulous poem rounded of nicely with that final line.
Sun 16th Jun 2019 23:45
"Tomorrow is another day, he'll quit her then." How telling is that line. Love the subtext, very clever.
Sun 16th Jun 2019 23:39
Wow you make me blush.
Sun 16th Jun 2019 23:26
Your words just rip!
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