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2:00
She talked
And talked
And fuck
Could she talk
It was feverish
Seemed she was going in circles
which made me wonder
if it was more about attention than conversation
a nervous twitch with which
painted out words with shaky hands
Why does she shake so much.
I continued the conversation out of respect
Not really listening to her
but the voices in my head.
Did I leave the oven on
I wonder if she's an alcoholic
I need an aa meeting
I don't think she caught onto the social ques
Because five minutes into this horror show of dialogue I found myself repeatedly looking at the clock over her right shoulder wondering when this trip to nothing would end.
And talked
And fuck
Could she talk
It was feverish
Seemed she was going in circles
which made me wonder
if it was more about attention than conversation
a nervous twitch with which
painted out words with shaky hands
Why does she shake so much.
I continued the conversation out of respect
Not really listening to her
but the voices in my head.
Did I leave the oven on
I wonder if she's an alcoholic
I need an aa meeting
I don't think she caught onto the social ques
Because five minutes into this horror show of dialogue I found myself repeatedly looking at the clock over her right shoulder wondering when this trip to nothing would end.
Published 4th Nov 2015
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5th Nov 2015 1:24am
Lol. This was a great piece. I'm impressed by how well you communicated the scene within a relatively small space. I love the choice for the title as well. There's some mystery there as the reader is left wondering whether 2:00 bring about your escape or whether it's just your prevailing thought as you gaze past the conversation to the clock. Thanks for posting this.
