I believe you

It is those raw sugar packets ripped open and spilled on the table

I didn’t drink the coffee

Wish that I would have

Clinking spoons on cups I reminisce

I was


Becoming a spectre of my own future dragging chairs in that café

No one to look at me| I would not look at me

Even now I see my life a reticulated image

Even now I’m wearing ghosts of the past like lingerie. The silk on my skin a chorus

the rustling hemline speaks to me. I am half-waking from this dream

Closing my eyes I lay back down with a sigh

Still in my bed

Turning on the pillow

Because: what is next? What is next?

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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