by Parrish Lantern
(Kent, United Kingdom)
You stroll from the room
as tho from a fresh kill.
Glancing back with a smile
that told me everything and
Yet words spoken maintained
the days mundane ritual, added
nothing to the eggshell slowly
being chipped open, the
idea's clumsy birth more
a feeble grasp on life, than
anything coherent, still.
with this realisation, today
I awoke.
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