I sit there thinking about it for a while,
What brought it to mind does not matter.
I fiddle with the cable by my hand
The thought lingers, then comes back
Like a passerby who wants a second look.
It sticks, pushing all others out the way.
I lean back against the chair and look
Up towards the ceiling, white and chipped.
I laugh, then look down again
Clicking along the keys, I follow letters on the screen.
I wait to get my answer... waiting... waiting
My faults, listed neatly along, make me smile.
I play with the cable bringing it up my arm.
'So I'm not then?' the query returned by 'well...'
Cold, the wire against my neck.
I lean forward and type the question again, then stand,
Pushing my chair back with my feet,
My shadow swaying across the screen that reads
"Am I a good person?"














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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
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Ahh, you do write a number of lines that stick out to me. n_n That aside, interesting poem. I must admit that I'm not a poetry person myself but I did enjoy the two you've submitted recently. :3
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My favorite artist! *3*
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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
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