December 16th, 2011

I need a bench. I could bend my body into it. Before the night. Black night. Blacker always. Looking at my hands. Scarred. My fingers numb from work. Or play. Tired, more so than hell.  Yet, no sleep.
Bend into a wooden bench. Back firm into it. Before the hard night. Hardest every time.
Someone may come, sit besides. But no talk. If talk, throw that ass out! Can lean on my shoulder, though. Head into it. While feet very calm. Facing the hard black night. For some time there.
My head straight, eyes open further. Other head leaning. Eyes open or not. I don’t know. I need no know of that.
Then it ends.
Night won’t say else.

[audio:|titles=two snowflakes melting]

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