Unhemmed

Time after time, I see your true colors shining through. Image from the movie ‘Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion’ (1997)

Desire to taste the dry smoldering dust returned; it was sharp like a knife in the lungs. Death’s beggar, begged for my kiss. I would rather swallow hot embers then be in the cross-fire of their crude demand. Unwashed, unkept, and staggering with stupidity, they left a corpse’s trace on a corpse. Shadows of their youth, they wrangled for an immediate exchange and pursued with entitled rage what they thought was owed them. Unhemmed: I am the Retail Sales Associate hiding the inequity in this deliberate purple prose.

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Written January 14th, 2013.