she told me
with a whispered voice that barely carried across the infinitesimal distance between her lips and my ear
my life is like a picture frame that has been shattered
my face scrunched up in confusion at the words
feeling i must have misheard her somehow
she frowned sadly at me and shook her head
it doesn’t have to make sense to you but she will understand when you tell her and it will all come together eventually
then she blew me a kiss and swirled away in a cloud of cold vapor
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Wow. Such beautiful and captivating wonders seem to pour so freely and with such purity from your mind, Mike. Or I wonder if it’s more like yanking out teeth. That’s how it seems to be for me. Sometimes conjuring magic, sometimes ripping out rotten molars. Just thinking out loud. Just chit chatting. Don’t mind me.
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depends on the day. some days the words don’t shut up and whisper for hours on end. some are decidedly like yanking molars.
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Yeah, I get it.
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