You said hi and gone …
Thereafter three months of Mondays …
Left me to feed on numbers that floated in the lost …
Barking up // from being so low …
To imagine kisses in the light …
While captive, I, to the darkness …
Lurked from mid-block alleys …
Whose sin faces ….
Are mine …
Short Stories
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I really like the duality of this story.