Wednesday, May 9, 2012

She stood up and searched my empty gaze for a reason to forgive me. Finding none, she turned and headed back through the door with her guard-escort. I stayed in the chair and felt all the pieces of the past month swim toward my gut and coalesce into one massive tumor of guilt. And as I left the room and walked through the dingy hallway and passed the guard-turned-comedian who decided he'd make another joke at my expense, the tumor found a vein in my self-respect and began to metastasize.

2 comments:

  1. You were missed. Welcome back. :)

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  2. You always like have so much to say and like say it in such a manner that is like taking something really complex and shoving it in a paper clip size bit without making it seem condensed.. if that makes any sense... lol. It's awesome.

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