AFTER A SHOW, sidewalk:
-why are you being such a bitch?, loudly spoken... proclaimed.
her gasp, a strong shift
her stride stops, a girl bumps into her from behind.
the anger! it rose like something new.
a bite of her lip, searching for ANY warm resonance
something to hold on to... nothing
his ground covered, almost a block ahead already
inhale, turnaround, exhale, walk (away)
lips at a temble, eyes at welt
FIVE GUYS, maybe an hour later:
a bacon cheese hotdog please...
-onions?
yes...lots... diet coke
-fries?
a sniffled yea, fries.
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.
.
her phone in hand, back at her ear again
half forgotten fries on the side, dripping thumb of cheese
mumbling, licking, bawling
FUCK HIM!!!
god...IM A FUCKING MESS!!!!!
sighed chuckle at her ear.. yea hun, you are.
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