A Fight In The Summer Home Of E.

I was going to kill myself. Then we fucked and fell asleep.

Do not tell me. I f*****g remember.
Yes! The sun like a blanket. Against
The Chesapeake! And the glass walled bedroom
Is far behind us now. We have left our cold
Exposed fortress. For evaporating breath and a cold
That rips at our skin. Floating. Heavy. And constant.
Like our hearts.
From the fight.
The night before.

Author's Note

I do not write to any particular set of rules.

Reviews

[Johanna]

I had to read it a couple of times.. but I like it, it was interesting and kind of hits you with a bang in a really good way. Nice write! strong words

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Unorthodox, out of the box, deliberate...and quite emotional. You write like one of the modern beat poets...throwing all caution to the wind and just relying on your talent. I enjoyed this one.

[Astro]

Sometimes the power of words can be felt even outside the box my friend. Interesting read with some powerful imagery. I like it.