It is 10:30pm and the party people have shown up in their
pretend attire and shield with gifts as token for entrance. In the corner a mean looking girl who scares
me like no other, I’d rather not mention, is chatting up a fun guy with a
fedora and a poodle who does not want the pen behind the ink of her words. Unrequited, she is persistent. Later she justifies his refutation of her
requests on to him for her bed to share, due to his bachelor status. Strangers plotted around the room leaning on
pine cabinets in a log cabin out where the reception runs still, talk to each
other with no comprehension. I escape to
the loft no longer do I wish to be an apt observer to their childish ramblings
and actions. In the silent cold air I
breathe in solitary confinement, I am glad to endure upon tonight’s shivering
temperatures. The still talk in the air
out here quells the headache I have had all night due to the withdrawal of one
of my many horrible addictions. The
morning comes and I am blue from the tundra but a smile made, pans across my
face.
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