Nyne AM

Super clinical staccato clicks from heels and clinks from bottles echo in the soulless forum – rush hour bees are white noise, swarming past the plastic potted plants with yellow pollen on their pants. The smell of aftershave rides atop the glue and sweat. They are professional, committed, hopelessly in debt. And I’m a voyeur at this orgy, with my smooth black pen recording all the blankness in their eyes and dullness in their steps. They are professional, committed, trying to forget my subtle scrutiny and judgement from a shaded plot of pavement. I am honestly elated to be the only person in possession of a soul.

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~ by perfectionatrix on June 11, 2010.

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