Shannon’s hollow stare
softened pale skin passion
through red, teary eyes,
scaling the walls
of my trust well before
I knew for what.
Death by a thousand cuts,
my psyche was bleeding,
but the pain had passed by me.
The vulnerable memories we exchanged
filtered through the chilly living room
like an unwanted ghost abruptly leaving.
No power.
No phone.
No cash for which to pay either
Shannon’s mother invited us
for a meeting over coffee,
but I’d rather die than take another
penny from that self-righteous witch.
Playing emotions one against the other,
draining me with the facade of hope.
Thanksgiving is around the corner,
and even though I despise failing,
for her understanding, I am thankful.
(© 2022 AC)
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