Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Even White Is hidden


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I awaken to the trains 3 a.m. moans in the distance.
Somehow, I find her nightly release soothing.
I roll over and stretch out my legs that,
Are no longer tan and instead, are the soft color of milk.
But in this dark, and beneath these covers, even white is hidden.

I watch as the headlights beam off my walls.
I hear the engine whisper sweet somethings,
As it drives somebody away.
Away from me in this bed,
Away from these dreams I dream and these songs in my head.

Just like the train,
Just like you.

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2 thoughts on “Even White Is hidden

  1. This is very well said, but I think you might seriously need to get laid. A pretty girl like you does not have to dream of satisfaction. Maybe Mick Jagger cannot get any, but you surely can if you want. Sorry for the bluntness, but these are my thoughts.

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