September 14, 2017

Caffeine Introspection

It’s so white in here

Stuffy with pretension

Elite retired masses who made good

On privilege born to them

Occasionally the disabled

Will walk in service

To our atmosphere

Our pretend vanilla lies

Perish among canes and immobility

Reality can rush on the other side

Of the door

Downtown local coffeeshop

Brightsville of easy giving.

 

Does she really do her homework?

Her feet are fidgety, her eyes stagger

About, distracted, uncomfortable

Not the blind date sense

Affected fear

Loneliness

Reality

Want for better

Among the

Rather Nots

Maybe

And who gives a shit?

The lull is junk-food thought

 

That one

Over there

She looks like her

Her glasses and her fragility

After she died her agonizing death

I saw her everywhere

My imagination

My wishes took her places

She drove in an opposite direction once

In a crowd, it was her

I almost chased her

Her last meal was fucking KFC

She could barely stomach it.

 

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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion

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