The Ten Year Itch
It's not me, it's you
Babe, we need to talk.
I hate the way you chew food.
This must be true love.
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M Dannenfelser
Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.
Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.
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My dear
My dearest Maggie, I write to you from the vanguard of time, a chronicle laced with cobwebs and tear-streaked parchment. A life lived, reflected in the crevices of an empty house, whispering tales of solitude. The rooms echo with loneliness, reverberating with the silent language of isolation.
By M Dannenfelser12 months ago in Poets
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Haha! I thought this was really funny and honest. When you see past the idealized person into their flaws & decide it's worth accepting them - that is totally true love. Great work with only three lines!!