Communication

slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


Leaving the kitchen light on

Tells me that there’s dishes to wash there before going to bed

.

Turning your blinker on

Lets me know what you’ll do so I won’t panic

.

That magnetic sign on the dishwasher

Informs me whether the dishes inside it are clean or dirty

.

The way you answer me in grunts when I ask if you love me

Is a clear enough way to show that you just don’t any more.

.

No words are needed

No fight must come

Forget the shouting

I’ll just keep mum

.

I’m just the roadkill you can drive away from.


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