This Is Enough

The lights haven’t been on for weeks. A hot meal and central heating were privileges we couldn’t afford. We considered our small TV, sitting on top of a box labeled “shoes” in our empty living room, an exotic item.

It stared blank faced at the two of us.

His body protected me from the cold. Rough carpet rubbed against my exposed skin. We were a tangled mess of heat and pleasure under a single, tattered blanket.

Outside the wind screamed and rain pelted the roof as if upset we could find joy—delicious joy—in a time meant to break us. A time we’re supposed to want more.

But this…

… is enough.

Credits

Picture: Kissing silhouetted couple by Hoang Loc via Pexels

Solace

Her headphones spilled music into her.

She closed her eyes and watched her thoughts shoot across the blackness of her mind, but the music stood in their path like a slab of concrete. They shattered against it, exploding into shiny bits and fading as if never there.

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Picture: Shattered Glass by 412designs via Pixabay

The City’s Lullaby

Window eye level
City lights blurring

Greens into yellows
Yellows into Whites

Hypnotic, lulling me
Somewhere into myself


A late post today. Spent most of the day in the city and this is what I wrote on my commute home.