Him (Prompt 5)
She said he was smart
He just didn’t know it.
She shared stories about how they met
about one blue rose and their song
In a photo album
the blue rose was pressed on the first page
She said he was her love story
Afterwards
He stumbles in with no explanation
His movement are robotic from smoking fluid dipped cigars.
He paces back and forth
like a confused dog
Reeking of alcohol
he attempts to fight her
The broken energy pulls her away
He throws blurbs of conscious insults
conflicting her earlier words
halting her breath
He separates conversation
stiffens shadows
As her embarrassment stands congregating
I was afraid to look her in the face
He was exposed and
Peeled her love story apart
I can’t walk away
and leave her story
bare and burning
like she was
Angrily he leaves out
slams the door
An hour later he returns
Gentle