#bluestofgreyskies

[pomegranatepithos]

My Friend

I’m here, he said, in the silence. In between the quiet, he acknowledged a lot of things. He likes me. Once, he even said he likes me lot. Abandoning me isn’t an option.

My friend.

He’s a good person—brave, powerful, capable of more than he knows and worthy of respect and the highest esteem. He is honorable.

My friend.

Once, he asked me to have a little confidence in him. To believe. Just a little. I may not always show it.

My friend. I believe in you.

LKT © 2015

[pomegranatepithos]

for lio

your dorsal fin collapsed because you ran out of hair gel

birkenstock doesn’t make sneakers so the shot put competition was forfeit

the new sheets don’t fit the bed and mom finds your porn again

the ice cream man has run out of ice while tom selleck’s grass is green

harlequin and e.l. james titillate as though loveccraftian was a quixotic notion

[arcane-fire]

A hole has been ripped into your life. All your comfort, all your pride. All your trust has evaporated like the morning dew, peeling away from your soul in transparent sheets. What is the turning point that sets you back on your Way?

There is no turning point.

No comfort, no pride, no trust. Just that enveloping, all-consuming darkness that leads to a void.