A: Whatja think? (Points to the computer screen)
Z: Kinda dark. (Chows down on an over-sized hot dog)
A: How can you eat that while I'm dieting?
Z: It was the last dog. Doing you a fav, this way you won't eat it. (Wiggles brows)
A: This...this horrible...terrible...pain-wracking diet is interfering with my craft. I usually can toss a token of humor in our work.
Z: (Smacks his lips as the last of the dog goes down.) You? Humor? I'm the funny-man... the one with the plan... the hoot with the toot.
A: (Waves at the air and wrinkles her nose at the sudden stench) That was not funny.
Z: Opps. Sorry.
A: Forgiven, but seriously, you outlined the bones of this piece but my additions are so morose.
Z: Reads the piece. A bit, but I like it. Just needs a better ending.
A: (Sighs) I know. Maybe I should go eat a little something just to inspire me.
Z: If you must...you must.
A: I must! (Leaves)
Z: (Checks out the candy drawer and debates on which chocolate bar he should choose)
A: (Returns) I got the ending. (Types away, prints out and with a satisfied grin shares their poem)
JOURNEY
A journey begins from a
pernicious
hurt so intense it
divides the soul,
ushering it into the gray
blinding shadows
that encompasses like a
shroud.
She believes there will
never be light.
For how dare it pierce
such flawless anguish?
Yet a sliver appears,
brilliant and hypnotic
against the ebony space
of her tortured being.
It coaxes her closer
till the curiosity stirs an
eagerness that demands
recognition.
She denies the emotions
welling inside,
memories of betrayal
and torment so
old as to be made fresh
with the newly
acquired sensations
from unexpected hunger.
Resistance soon
dwindles as mesmerizing
possibilities enrapture
and hypnotic thoughts ensue
sincerity that make the
shadows bright.
So the journey began in
the caliginous depths,
only to end with the
glorious certainty that
what had been, need
never be again.
She throws herself into
blinding adoration,
submitting without a
shred of trepidation.
Only had the road had
led her astray?
For her heart bleeds
And the shadows descend
As the journey begins
again.
She sat in Charcoal Pit
and ate the dreaded hot fudge sundae
Hating she was on a
diet.
Z: (Laughs) Perfect ending!
A: Now, who's the funny man? (Grins)
Z: Not you... you're a woman.... right?
***
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