(UNTITLED) monotonous beat becomes my own fixation I focus on this steadily pulsating sound as though it was the drumming which regulated my own breath and with each motion a sideards glance a nervous glimpse of hesitance she laughs, shrilly I join the laughter with the forced giggles like bubbles sputtering from the spring and then, things become as real as ever my own eyes are restored and the lights seem somehow less bright we firmly shake hands just before she turns to walk away and then there is nothing but beautiful darkness and the empty quiet which accompanies this peace I have loved the silence before and I love it now. the empty nostalgia followed her as she paced with deliberate footsteps contemplating as she traveled the lengths of this sleepless hall the thirteen steps it took to reach one end and thirteen more to return to the other I listened intently to each of those steps and with each step my mind created reasons with anxiety speculated scenarios seemed empty in the darkness of this night and I could not stir my numb body to bring myself to her sift your fingers through the sands which constitute our poorly perpetuated life settling your strife with a bottle of wine and a dime bag speak leisurely of these things which fall freely from your lips despite the way they seem to stick inside my mind dragging remnants from yesterday behind
Jacqueline Samuel
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