My attempt at iambic pentameter:
The drain is dripping, the faucet broken.
One of the many things to be replaced.
Moments of silence punctuated by
Echos and sighs of missed memories,
Falling away and pooling in a dark place.
Ghoulish song and laughter ring through the pipes.
The chaos it causes prevents me from Sleep.
It consumes and fills the house with dead sounds.
There was a girl crying in the airport,
Yelling at the rental car clerk,
Her hair in a bun, strays standing in chaos, messy with rage.
She knows it's not his fault
But doesn't have the ability to not blame him
In this moment
She cries and sobs,
He tries to help,
Offers her aid
She is all but quiet for a second,
Fist on the counter
A hurried apology,
But then a crack of her
"I cannot be stuck in Montana."
And I feel us connect without ever meeting
The fifty feet between us
@thebestpatrick and I are starting a punk band called "Sex SCAB" if anyone is interested. We only write and perform pro-union shows with the intention of making strikes way more inconvenient for those not involved. All proceeds from shows will benefit charities.
I've raised this girl since she was born. Runt of the litter at almost 14 years old. She's survived an almost fatal kidney infection and is currently fighting eColi. She's old but everytime I'm home she curls up with me and it's like her pain just melts away. She becomes a kitten again. I know her time with me is coming to an end but she has been the greatest of cats
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