She felt uncomfortable when asked to go on about herself. Would go on for a small while but pause often to see if he was still interested. Felt as insignificant as a single ocean wave; but what power. While all her emotions were splashing around her armadillo skin. With another glass of wine -with another glass of wine every undisclosed what-if, feeding back around her head, would go quiet for just a little while, with another glass of wine. He said, “you can escape”, without actually knowing how. He just had some kind of general hope for humanity maybe. But she saw right through that looking down at her own hands then over at his hands folded. Then up to his eyes. That destination paradise with another hopeful paradigm -with another hopeful paradigm theres stubborn hope beating around his chest as if it were near -with another glass of beer. While bleach soaked sweat smells fill the room. All comprehensible conversation is removed. Now understanding is only pretend. Holding the anchors to stay in our skin with another glass of gin -with another glass of gin searching for some kind of consolation - with another glass of gin. And another glass of gin.
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