"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, September 7, 2012

Cruel...

 
With trepidation and a quivering hand
I touched the phone
The very means of alienation
Lusts instrument of cunning
 
Looking
Looking
Looking
 
Paralyzed in stunned incredulity
How can this be?
 
But there the words were
Simple and plain
A testimony to betrayal
Marking the end of us
 
Like poison gas filling my lungs with death
Each breath now brought darkness and consumption’s cough
As the last flickering candle went out at dawn
I crumpled and fell in a fetal ball onto the floor whimpering


Whiskey and lorazapam my companions
To numb and close my mind to a cruel world’s joke
As I froze and died to life
 
 
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 7, 2012 at 7:21 PM

    Please remember that the best revenge is to live a long, full and happy existence.

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