Gone

 

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Sprinter/Courtesy of Joe Vandello

if you said you wanted me
gone–
I’d run as if lightning
tapped
the soles of my feet

sΒ  pΒ  rΒ Β i Β nΒ  tΒ  iΒ  nΒ  g

far away from your
fearful heart
carrying the pain
of loss on my
worried
shoulders…

that is, if you said
that is what
you wanted.

I would know
it is
what you need.

Unwanted Guest

Francis popped up for a visit. Annie was not opposed to having a little fun, but she just didn’t want it to be at her expense or the expense of others, especially with Francis around.

Francis: “Where can I put my things?”
Annie: “In the guest bedroom.”

The air between them settled into the night, inviting in the corruption of the day. Annie felt herself suffocating from Francis’ presence. His breathing drove her insane.

Francis: “You gotta light?”
Annie: “You know I don’t smoke.”
Francis: “Oh, yeah. Sucks to be you.”

Annie closed her eyes and counted to ten.