Tuesday, November 20, 2012

To the Absurd, may it forever be meaningless...

She wished that someone was watching. And that it mattered somehow. When he came over, at first he just helped her rake some leaves. That was fine. They always worked well together. But when he came inside and sat in her office and called his recent ex girlfriend a whore who won't put out and broke up with him because his dick was so big, she wished there was an audience. Someone she could turn to in shock. A witness to such absurdity. She wished someone was watching when another one called himself an unraveling sweater, pulled her in, and sent her off again. She wished someone was watching when she broke apart at night and pieces of her floated away like offal in the sea. But no one was, no God, not anyone. The universe was not invested in her story. Nothing would save her, and she was the only witness to such absurdity.

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