Fictional Lives

Where worlds collide.

Last Summer

An absent-minded arm dangles recklessly from the couch
Snippets of seamless conversation flicker by unheard
Another errant limb rests, floating just above the floor
The artificial breeze blows cool upon a cheek, a forehead, a hairline
Skin glistening like the dewy drops of condensation
Trickling from the glass with its clinking cubes of ice
Mindless Days Pass

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