Found another long lost pity party. This one is fun for me to read now, I can laugh at myself and shake my head from the safety and distance of a few years.
This is for those of you in that dark place now. I love you.
The fruits of my labor have fallen from the money tree to litter the grass, slightly fermenting on the gentle downward slope of my good intentions. When I partake of this heady and slightly desiccated flesh, I become drunk on the dreaming of sweet summer games.
Empty arms and a glass half full, I gaze into the crimson depths held in the fragile embrace of crystal.
Wandering from window to window, as if I expect to see something hopeful through the panes and the pains. Drifting through darkened hallways like a ghost, passing silently doorways exuding the soft sounds of those who have found their pillow welcoming. Stealthily turning the latch on the back door to slip softly into the night, with a vice in each hand. The smoke of my cigarette lingers heavy in the still air, making of itself a spectre beside me in the darkness.
The grass is frozen, slightly thawing…
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