“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it - don't cheat with it...” - Ernest Hemingway.
Monday, May 8, 2017
At 3
A proposal made at 3
I toyed with it
Went back and forth with it
Nothing good ever happens at an hour like that
And titillating as the stranger might be
I wonder if I can survive the morning-after
This is not my life anymore, I remind myself
But I didn't want to be alone that night
Not that night, for some reason
So I closed my eyes and told him to convince me
Why should I honour him with my time
What's in it for me...
Be creative, I told him
And he pitched, boy, was it a good pitch
With my eyes still shut, I listened to every word he said
I got lost in the promise, the assurance
I will make it worth your time, he said, his voice eager
Go on, I said, tell me more
And he weaved the most delicious of words
Then, the unexpected happened...
I heard your voice muttering his words
I snapped out of his lure
And told him no
=TheUnintended=
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