Never Signing Off

  Chapter 8 Eloquent Reveries She's moving around the small living room of their now-shared apartment, swaying against the music that's turned just a little too loud for four in the morning. She's got a joint hanging out of her mouth, then in her hand, then back to her mouth. She's wearing a bob cut wig that's a combination of orange and red. She's drunk by now. Beyond drunk, actually. She's reached a level of intoxication that's rare for her. Rare for anyone, actually. It's more rare how she handles her alcohol with such grace. It's because she drinks to have a good time, not to forget the world she doesn't want to be living in. Her movements are fluid. There's an elegance. It shows in the way her hips cock upwards, then back down as she's moving. Her ripped up t-shirt is riding up her torso, revealing the curves she does her best to accentuate. I can see why she would. Her skin is smooth, not a single imperfection. She...

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  Chapter 7 Glass Of Water I can hear footsteps, creaking along the floorboards at the foot of my bed. Each step seems to be coming closer to the end of the curtain that surrounds our bed. Hunter hates the curtain, but I can't sleep without it there. Otherwise, I'm staring restlessly at what feels like an endless void beyond the foot of the bed. Right now, those footsteps are light. Undetermined. Hunter is asleep beside me, so I know that it isn't him. We don't have pets anymore, not since our cat ran away a few months ago. Ironically, the cat made it across town and was adopted by him . So I can visit the cat anytime I want to. Hunter doesn't know that, of course. He wouldn't care anyway. He only bought the cat as a decoration. It was something to fill the silence between us. He knew that words weren't going to be enough anymore. It was a peace offering, I think. He wanted to stop the war of silence. He doesn't seem to realize that the silence...

  Chapter 6 Cotton Lavender Panties I've spent three hours scribbling down nonsense on my laptop. But, there was nothing I could do to concentrate. So I closed my laptop and pulled out my notebook instead. My mind was whirling about what I had come home to. Hunter was playing video games, there was nothing strange about that. He was eating the pizza he had ordered. I had eaten dinner before coming home, because I knew I wouldn't eat once home. We went out with a bunch of his friends to celebrate the upcoming tour he's going on. Once home, I headed up to our bedroom. There, I found a pair of lavender cotton panties on the floor. I wonder if they were left there intentionally for me to see. I have to assume he left them laying there as a trophy. Letting me know what he's doing behind my back. They were stretched out, from being torn off the person who was wearing them. They don't belong to me, that's for sure. Hunter has an impressive talent when it come...

  Chapter 5 White Picket Fence I take a deep inhale before handing the joint back to him. He takes it lazily, holding it to his over-sized lips. The smoke creates a cloud between the two of us as we pass it back and fourth. I was reluctant to follow him when he arrived, but he always manages to convince me. Those deep brown eyes just pull me in, every time. I opened the gate and we started walking. It seemed that neither of us had any direction in mind, ending up at a park a few blocks away. We're sitting on opposite sides of the metal slide. We haven't said much. It's been mostly silence, but, that's enough. We don't need words. We can share comfortable silences. It's not like it is with Hunter. Now, we're watching the sun rising in the distance. It's nearing seven in the morning, judging by the position of the sun. It's still chilly out because the sun isn't high enough. I'm trying not to shake, but the joint is trembling ...

  Chapter 4 That Thing You Do I've got my eyes shut tight, trying to encourage sleep to find me in the blackness of the night. I have no idea how long I've been laying here, awake and aware. I sigh as I let my eyes flutter open, turning my head to see the clock on the bedside table. It's flashing the number 2:33, which means I've only been attempting sleep for an hour. It feels more like an eternity. Of course, Hunter went to bed at 8:30, the same time he goes to bed every night that he's here. I dropped onto the bed at the same time as him, intending to go to bed with him. It's rare that we fall asleep together. Mostly because I don't sleep. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. I hoped I would do the same, but had no luck. By 10, I was restless and picked up his copy of Invisible Monsters. I've already read it more than 20 times, but I'm always open to reading it over. Every time I catch something new and it feels like a whol...

Spoken word poetry... This is what I plan to do with my collection of lyrics, since I have no musical talent. I only care about getting the words out.