The Lust for Someone Else's Life
Negative Space
Is…?
No.
Where…?
I don’t respond.
With the first word, they imagine the answer.
Would you…
Are you…
They never finish
The cocktail hangs off the tip of my finger.
The questions hang
I let them linger
I give them the power to allow their minds to weave a tale.
It will impress them more than the truth I won’t share.
Do you want to talk...
I smile and take a sip.
My failure to satisfy their lust for my life fills the space between us.
How…
I don't mean to pry…
Can I ask...
My heart is mine.
My story a novella I don’t allow them to read.
My head tilts back. The cocktail with it.
Empty.
Our time is done.
I move away.
About the Creator
Marlena Guzowski
A quirky nerd with a Doctor of Education and undergrad in Science. Has lived in Germany, Italy, Korea and Abu Dhabi. Currently in Canada and writing non-fiction about relationships, psychology and travel as well as SFF fiction.
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