Where There is Void

Derelict cliffs house only haunts.

The fog hints at it, clues raccoon-strewn about, detritus ripped from a bin.

These cliff faces bare their chalky teeth.

The empty bay reminds us of our hollow hearts, newly caved out and ready for mining.

Debris and unidentifiable filth pepper the clarity of these waters

Our grins slump and we slough off any excess delight we might feel for this place.

Oh, this place.

This place among others.

We know it exists among others but here we are anyway because it was next and highly acclaimed.

You and she are freshly

still almost broken up

but you are not quite broken up about it.

Nonchalantly we brood

and move on to suicide.

Did I bring it up or did you?

Moreover (and this question arises more often than not) where do I end and you begin and where is there room for her anymore, anyway?

The cliffs though, they remain stark with their goofy haircuts and we may not get the joke right away, taking them for solemn stoic representations of our respective quiet ghostly griefs.

It was a wax job from a drunken night one time, they guffaw.

We shrug at this.

Let's have a serious talk, neither of us have agreed, but the talk nuzzles it's way into our laps, begging for table scraps.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

excellent ending Marcie...

dana

[M. Shepherd]

Thank you Dana :)

[W.k.kortas]

Puts me in mind a bit of the old Simon and Garfunkel tune (well, I guess they are all old, come to think of it) "The Dangling Conversation", which also touches on what does and does not constitute serious conversation. This piece has a bit of a halting, start-and-stop which plays along nicely with how an uncomfortable conversation actually plays out, which is either excellent design or excellent instinct or perhaps both. The final five lines provide a top-shelf cap to a fine, fine piece.

[M. Shepherd]

Thank you wk :)
Unpremeditated design but it did indeed end up resembling the very conversation itself, which was as much silence as it was words.

[. serah .]

-- a complex conversation that nearly happens in a complicated space and place... -- i relate to this scenario in many ways... -- you paint quite a picture with words...