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Traversed #2 Neutral

We framed our smiles and hung them on the walls once.
Love and happiness both need proof,
evidence of what's withered, to see
that there is a reason for this stalemate life.
 
Even the pictures try to hide these days;
they're more an attraction to dust than anything else.
 
She stands in the kitchen, focused on nothing,
staring out the window, and says:
"Just watching the world go by."
She meant that with every morbid grunt.
She stands there, while the world
spins around her, while others  
spin around the world, and of course
I am the reason for her suicidal misadventure.
 
She dresses like she's touring the Sahara;
no visible skin except the essentials.
She points at me when the sex drive rant begins.
 
 
This is the remains of a well picked bird;
bits of cartilage still rotting on the joints,
hard, unpalatable, dry and slowly decomposing,
but we're both not hungry anymore, in fact the smell alone
churns out the pits of our long-emptied-stomachs.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
Published | Edited 12th May 2012
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