chryste
eleven is the number of steps she took before reaching the corner,
eleven steps on the cobblestone before she disappeared into the shadows
and he never saw her again.
meanwhile
we're all living and loving and smiling and laughing and crying and screaming and dying, all at once, everybody, all of us
meanwhile
the earth spins and turns and tilts, a nothing, a speck, a pale blue dot of insignificance in a rapidly expanding universe
meanwhile
everything we know and understand and everything we don't and everybody we hate and care about and everybody we don't are here, being, breathing, existing
meanwhile
the fate of all of humanity is passing us by in a short cosmic blink, the legacy of everything soon to be snuffed out in an instant
ALL OF THIS,
and you expect me to study for my college finals?
by day she is
hair pulled back into a crisp bun
stockings without any pulls
modest amounts of eyeliner perfectly applied
and manicured nails on hands that never tremble
but by night she is
bruised knees
a wide lipsticked smile
beckoning eyes heavy with glitter and promises
and sadness.
once my cousin told me that all he ate in college were soggy microwaved waffles
and now whenever i think of microwaves, i think of that.
when we're together, we are one;
we can finish each other's sentences.
we know what the other is thinking.
when we're in a room together, the love between us is palpable.
but when he's gone,
i'm just half.
she stands on the street corner, shivering in her bra and skirt
knowing that this wasn't what she wanted for her life, knowing that she didn't even really need the money
the truth was, this was the only way she knew
the only way to be touched by someone else, to feel a connection
she never had relationships, only this; detached, lustful, but this mediocre sex was the closest she'd ever gotten
and so she stands there every night
putting up with the cold, the bad reputation, the dangers of disease
driven by the desire to be loved
comitto, comittere, comisi, comissus - to join together.
you take his hand as you stand at the altar, squeezing it for a bit of reassurance.
as the justice says his final words, you look into your lover's eyes and smile,
knowing that the commitment you both just embarked on will be a wonderful one.
his eyes gaze into yours, and yours into his, and you lean into a kiss,
blissfully at peace with one another.
he cries out as a blade pierces through his chest in a fatal blow
bronze-plated armor about as effective as his prayers
all i can think of is that chuck norris joke.
whrrr whrrrr whrrrr
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