Thursday, January 24, 2019

Her eyes are open (Day 736)

You’re wondering why 

you kept her number, 

why everyone you know 

seems to be going 

somewhere, while you 

stand, ankle-deep, in 

quick-drying concrete.

The lights are out, but in 

the candlelight you can 

see a glimmer—her eyes 

are open. She is awake, 

sitting cross-legged 

on your floor, waiting 

for you to say something.  

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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