It was
nothing--
Not
a big deal.
But the plot's
been changed.
The No-Big-Deal
has her
burning me
with flaming
olive eyes,
and giving me
the cold shoulder
while frost
creeps up her back.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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I really enjoyed reading this one, JB. One of your best, I would say.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery - well described.
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