Short Story: Broken Silent

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180 days with Jordan

sodium sediments stick

on upper eyelashes.

shuttering and shaking,

while I take what was left.

you are now officially out of my life.

switching and shifting,

on second Sunday of the month.

suffering over sad sentiments,

left over from our February weekend.

There is a reason why Disney character’s mothers always die.

Cinderella, Little Mermaid
Whiff of hot gin
Shouts
I swear, mama, it wasn’t me!

Sleeping beauty, Aladdin
Sunny afternoon
Yelling
What did you do with it?

Beauty and the Beast, Dumbo
Tugs on Barney & Friends T-shirt
Crying
Me never touched it! Never!

Lady and the Tramp, Pocahontas
Expensive empty bottle of perfume
Throwing
Trash my things, I will yours!

Lion King, Peter Pan
Trash can filled with VHS
Finding
Is this the perfume on the bathroom floor?

The bewitching of a young Indiana girl

a brief charm

stabbing so genuinely

touching me like a lady

like I meant something

to you (for an instant)

in your hard wood apartment

with your delivery sushi and hot tea

telling me that you would take care of the parking ticket

but now I comprehend

this was false

the sting of your disloyalty takes me and

moves me.

I asked to come to Chicago

to visit you but you told me you were busy

with work.

Or perhaps another girl.

though I know

I should not be astounded

and that I should not be troubled

it was only a little charm

that you cast on me like words sprinkled on the page to hypnotize

and this spell of your charm

and has been broken

from your cruel embrace of indifference.

Just because you fight for our country doesn’t mean you can be an asshole.

Thank you.
Planes fly
Back to places where people belong
Left from the place that loved you
small town Indiana
No,
Notes; phone call
None of the above
American to Qatar
Brain mashed like your tiny bag of nuts
Drink? She asks
Yes, you’ll take one
but I’ve been drinking since you left
The heaviest stuff possible.
the plane lifts off