I Think You Have The Right To Write All You Want To Write
"You don't know me. And I know you might say I'm a nobody, but."
The room is quiet as her voice trails. A light in the bathroom, dimly lights the room, with just a shade of moonlight providing a blue hue to the otherwise scarcely lit bedroom. Brenda sits on the edge of the California king. She wears a blouse, unbuttoned. It's colors is like cowboys meet hippies. Psychedelic reds and browns. Adjacent her is an empty chair.
"I am something here because I can be."
In the whisper of the night, and the chill of the emptiness of a five-bedroom, she hears the creek of his voice. It sounds like how he looked at her before they carted him off to prison - powerful. There was a crushing gravity and a weight in that emptiness, which somehow he'd come to fill. Brenda spoke into it, like a child terrified by the threat of shadows. But nothing changed beyond the pressure inside of her. The knowing that this was a battle her mind had conjured up, and she might not ever win. She wouldn't dare call for anyone. They were all gone anyway.
The room is quiet as her voice trails. A light in the bathroom, dimly lights the room, with just a shade of moonlight providing a blue hue to the otherwise scarcely lit bedroom. Brenda sits on the edge of the California king. She wears a blouse, unbuttoned. It's colors is like cowboys meet hippies. Psychedelic reds and browns. Adjacent her is an empty chair.
"I am something here because I can be."
In the whisper of the night, and the chill of the emptiness of a five-bedroom, she hears the creek of his voice. It sounds like how he looked at her before they carted him off to prison - powerful. There was a crushing gravity and a weight in that emptiness, which somehow he'd come to fill. Brenda spoke into it, like a child terrified by the threat of shadows. But nothing changed beyond the pressure inside of her. The knowing that this was a battle her mind had conjured up, and she might not ever win. She wouldn't dare call for anyone. They were all gone anyway.
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