Irritated in the Elevator
He Dares to Ask....
“You’re really pregnant?
Aren’t you sort of old for that?”
Like a man would know.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Oof these men never know when to stop
I love that cover picture! It complements your Senryu so well! Also, like why would anyone say that? Jeez!
Oh...ouch! Did someone actually do this?