Creative | Posted by Emily B on 07/13/2010
Another Night
Before the sky empties of truth, she
tells him. He peels apart dollar bills like clammy thighs as
the faucet drips out a heartbeat
Or maybe it was tears.
She wishes she could turn up his love like
the air conditioning.
As the constellations of his breaths emerge
and her anger throbbing like the
underside of tongues, like the shifting of traffic lights
she screams
to just throw her fucking
love in the trash
and he tells her it can go in the recyclables.
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Zoe G @ at 5:48 am, July 14th, 2010
Wow. Just…wow
Sarah @ at 4:45 pm, July 14th, 2010
Wow. Great work!! I really understand what you’re getting at here. It’s sad, and very powerful. I’d looooove to see more of your stuff!!!
GlenCoco @ at 11:15 pm, July 14th, 2010
I love this.
A @ at 1:05 pm, July 15th, 2010
undescribable…no words.
Lenora @ at 2:19 pm, July 18th, 2010
This is really powerful. Amazing. Wonderful. Maybe that if he tells that it can go to the recyclables, maybe it means that he will use his fucking unwanted love on her or others again. Maybe? Anyway, that’s what I thought when I read “recyclable” …