On rue Notre Dame the sidewalks are full of people just like us. People starving for sunlight and something to look at other than the walls of their apartments. The faces of their lovers. The blaring of the television and its boring lies. We need to see the sky. How else are we to live?
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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