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eleven
eleven is the number of steps she took before reaching the corner, eleven steps on the cobblestone before she disappeared into the shadows and he never saw her again.
meanwhile
meanwhile we're all living and loving and smiling and laughing and crying and screaming and dying, all at once, everybody, all of us meanwhile the earth spins and turns and tilts, a nothing, a speck, a pale blue dot of insignificance in a rapidly expanding universe meanwhile everything we know and understand and everything we don't and everybody we hate and care about and everybody we don't are here, being, breathing, existing meanwhile the fate of all of humanity is passing us by in a short cosmic blink, the legacy of everything soon to be snuffed out in an instant ALL OF THIS, and you expect me to study for my college finals?
knee
by day she is hair pulled back into a crisp bun stockings without any pulls modest amounts of eyeliner perfectly applied and manicured nails on hands that never tremble but by night she is bruised knees a wide lipsticked smile beckoning eyes heavy with glitter and promises and sadness.
microwave
once my cousin told me that all he ate in college were soggy microwaved waffles and now whenever i think of microwaves, i think of that.
half
when we're together, we are one; we can finish each other's sentences. we know what the other is thinking. when we're in a room together, the love between us is palpable. but when he's gone, i'm just half.
driven
she stands on the street corner, shivering in her bra and skirt knowing that this wasn't what she wanted for her life, knowing that she didn't even really need the money the truth was, this was the only way she knew the only way to be touched by someone else, to feel a connection she never had relationships, only this; detached, lustful, but this mediocre sex was the closest she'd ever gotten and so she stands there every night putting up with the cold, the bad reputation, the dangers of disease driven by the desire to be loved
commit
comitto, comittere, comisi, comissus - to join together. you take his hand as you stand at the altar, squeezing it for a bit of reassurance. as the justice says his final words, you look into your lover's eyes and smile, knowing that the commitment you both just embarked on will be a wonderful one. his eyes gaze into yours, and yours into his, and you lean into a kiss, blissfully at peace with one another.
bronze
he cries out as a blade pierces through his chest in a fatal blow bronze-plated armor about as effective as his prayers
element
all i can think of is that chuck norris joke.
generate
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