Her gazing eyes and my choir of
echoes. My voice floats the hollowed hallways, always. Yet, I still wont stop
till its heard solidly in the ear. Salacious and obliterated from what I once
was, firm and real. I never sleep, awake at night looking for your eyes,
removed away. I hear you speak. And then I run.
The stairs that you walk, erect and
tall, I watch you. I want to follow but I’m not allowed to go up there,
remember? Always held in the hallway. Often, you feel my hand on your shoulder
but you just adjust your blouse and don’t think twice when you really should.
You touch your thighs. I’m transfixed, caught, and time doesn’t exist.
The sun has faded. I’m the mist in
the hallway, the shadow you seldom see. I’m the choir that reminds you of me. Downstairs,
your eyes move and adjust to the light and you can’t see me anymore. Turn on
the bright lights. Sublimated from the hall. I have eternity and nothing at all.
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