She saw him and that woman eating ice cream cones; their mouths licking and smiling. Big deal. Everyone likes ice cream. Even Charles Manson. Now kissing. She cried a century worth of tears. He came home with a pint of ice cream.
It happened Quicker than a dream scatters A glimpse of a dark face Foreign and familiar Burn of the long kiss A hiss Haunted by infinite memories Of an invasion Again Dark face Again I retreat to that time Before I stayed My very first Gargleblaster in response to Yeah Write's weekly prompt: "Should I … Continue reading After I Go (Gargleblaster)