You know I’m dying, right? And you. Waiting patiently for the adverts to end. Eating the popcorn rituals of your indifference. To see what happens next. While I politely asked for help. Because I was already holding on by my fingertips.
I only saw the storm once. A distant silver light. Unbridged. Untamed. Unwanted. Turned back on me in all the shades of an unfamiliar sky. I knew then that I was breathing recycled air. And the oxygen I’d brought with me had to last a lifetime.
Perhaps the care you felt was always in the watching? Hell, I’m not sure which words are even mine anymore. Just that this is series end. My final subplot demise. Seen from the couch of your living. Changing channels for the sympathy credits. Adorable in your smiles and nods. And then you’ll move on. Like a swan. But no frantic paddling underneath. Just the river carrying you softly. Tenderly. To the next box set.
©2017 Jac Forsyth
Featured image: The Lovers’ Whirlwind by William Blake.
Courtesy of: Wikipedia
“Eating the popcorn rituals of your indifference.” Nice line. All the popcorn thrown before us simply distract us from the brevity of life.
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Like we aren’t addicted to it. Thanks, my friend.
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Sad to say, it’s how it is… I’d expect to feel better having said that but it’s how it is…
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Ha, true enough. Knowing we’re okay even when we’re not okay is pants sometimes. But it’s still okay.
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Too much Blake at a sitting is like breakfast with Timothy Leary on acid. Just sayin’.
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True enough, whereas a little bit of Blake is good for the soul ⚓️
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https://philh52.wordpress.com/2017/04/12/romantics/
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That was a literary paper-cut, with salt rubbed in and lemon juice poured over. And I’m a masochist. Damn, woman! You good…
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All good things come to an end, the french say. Good post. Which came to an end.
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Too cutting for a submission cover letter?
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Hahahaha, nice ⚔
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I loved the tartness of the imagery.
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Captured the mood of another slow and futile day at the office and yet provided me some brief escapism from it. Great read as always.
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Futile for sure. I saw Thor’s hammer in a clear sky today, perhaps a storm is coming?
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#boom….. 🔥🔥🔥Very good!!! …….
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💥 yay! thank you 💥
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Damn, your words are brilliant. Each one a stoic little swan effortlessly gliding into either a raging storm or a marvellous paradise. Who knows where they’ll take us next?
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Bless you, I feel this character could do with a bit more Roland Pilejuice in their soul.
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We all could, to a degree (but it’s probably for the best that we don’t).
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This was intense. Humanity spits, kisses indifference, apathy and then… we die. Haunting truth. Ironically nice post.
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Image, amazing!
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True Story.
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Thank you!
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