#207 words

[nic-mccool]

Platonic: Tetrahedron

I wish that I could write about The details of you Like love poems do But I don't have the memory for that. If I know about your freckles Like dying embers on your skin It is only because I am looking At your photograph. If I think about the dimples on your back, Casting dancing shadows when you move, I do not know if they are real Or my imagination. Images like these do not burn into my mind.

I wish I could talk about The details of you Like love songs do. But that is not what I know

I know that when I'm with you I'm dancing on fire A little clumsy A little awkward A little lively A little rushed. The details don't matter When you move this fast. I'm much more graceful than you I know this is true But you tease me And you spite me And I stumble And fall My grace disappears When you talk like that.

We are each the kindling To one another's fires; We are each the flame That burns us down. Wind or water could quench us, And yet instead we flicker on: Your words burn me. My touch burns you. We burn each other.

[asheewrites]

# 10 Lionel’s Natural Habitat

Clothing Swap / Apartment / Bottle

 “I told you it’s a bad idea” Richard said and chuckled.

The chucklefuck had gotten into Lionel’s apartment and was sitting next to the owner. Who had ended on the floor after a two week long hunger strike: “Be glad you’re probably saving my life”

“Glad to be of service,” he grinned and poured a little more water in Lionel’s mouth.

Maybe not eating things makes one delirious… and might actually make one forget to drink. If that were the case, it would be a very unpleasant experience.

Lionel might sign that.

“Soooo… what next?” Richard looked far too amused by the ordeal. It was not fair.

“I think he understood I’m serious, now. Maybe he’ll talk with me… or tell me what the hell he even wants. That would help?”

“I’m pretty sure, right now, he wants a bagel” Richard presented one to him.

“The soooouls of the innocent”

“TWO bagels!” There was another one in front of Lionel’s nose.

“Nooooo~” he said, and chuckled, with a bit of a dry cough. “Thanks, dude. Demons are annoying”

Richard patted his shoulder: “I hear ya, dude”

The next few days, Richard kept him company. Probably for the best.

Time to play another strategy.