The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
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Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
Rogue EmotionPeals of my heart infused words into ripe coffee,Rogue Emotion10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts lag behind two eclectic smiles,
Trapezing back and forth
With the man in the corner, Rounding into a plum
Quiescent ink dispersed into my pen's shadow,
Audacious whiskers from the arch of time
Adorns two sets of stoic eyes, immersed with
Two Hundred-fold of sight,
Raw upon wood, envisioning that sheath of skin,
A tremor of wind nudged a shying page, his grin,
Cobblestone fingers tapping to memories tune,
Like fair palms of cream, I'm sure, once performed,
As Adolescent scrawls, reached Puberty, leathered
Lips whetted with poised confectionary,
Multicultured ants scattered forth to days when even
Imagination, succumbed to effusions of City Light
Outside leaves canter, mollifying stray words
A blemish lingers, straddled upon a surface of blue lines,
Urban eyes twinkle, much like the stars,
The one's conceived by pure ink from Two Hearts.