Freezing cold porcelain underneath tightly gripped fists
Knuckles white and strained
Eyes clenched, entire body tense
Heave, choke, cough, repeat
Freshen up on auto pilot
Splash water on face
Rinse mouth
Final check before exit: bathroom, hair, makeup, clothes...
Regain control, composure
Leave nothing suspicious behind
Pop in a mint to cover the familiar sour taste
Rejoin [insert function name here]
Sip water, chat with friends
Push food around plate
Take miniscule bites
And
Don't
Tell
A
Soul
About the Creator
Shelby Larsen
Spinner of Fractured Fairy Tales
Drawn to justice, buried truths, and the silence between the lines
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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Fantastic free verse!!!β€οΈβ€οΈπ