The crumbs are hardening on the plate. I’m actually watching the moist smears harden.
The wine has warmed. I’d pour more, but I’ve made enough of a stain on the table already.
The paper lays pristine, flat, and unblemished. It is surrounded by a multitude of crumpled paper balls that I am too upset to even attempt to throw away.
The broken pencil pieces are scattered, somewhere, over there. The pen I chose to use in its stead mocks me. The ink flowing so freely while I struggle to even think of what language is.
Fuck. It’s just an afternoon dalliance. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard! Why is this so hard?
~snap~
Oh hell.
At least the ink compliments the wine.
Inspired by, and written (agonizingly) for Sunday Scribbles #285: Easy
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