The rain splatters – – heavy against the drab pavement,
Ricocheting upward in liquid defiance.
A pathetic fallacy,
Of just another high school day.
Drenched and dejected,
The wind drives me home.
Hair tangled; cheeks red and sore.
My key turns and the door swings open,
Into silence.
Breathe.
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I watch the toaster glow red
Like hot embers warming my spirit,
I relish in the comforting pop –
As two cylindrical
Treasures leap from their cocoon.
The soothing scrape of the knife,
Spreading salted butter – thick and melting.
It lingers –
Then sinks slowly into bed.
My first bite is always the most precious,
That tangible, cathartic crunch of peace.
And the last, a tender gift.
Offering the final crumbs of solace.
Before the noise of night,
And family feuds,
Begin again.
- dalee Generated
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
Oh…love the description of the rain…as a big fan of rain as you know…but how much pure beauty and elegance you put into what I assume is like an English muffin or crumpet being toasted and buttered…such delicious writing…then that suckerpunch ending. Well bloody done!
Crumpet! When I first shared it peeps were all like…oooo the ‘toast sounds delicious’ WHO EATS CYLINDICRAL TOAST? 😂 So thank you for being the guy who noticed! 😁
Lol…hahahaha…yeah…who is cutting bread into circles? I wasn’t sure exxactly if it was a muffin or crumpet….i was edging towards crumpet…because…they are a different level of scrumptious! Glad I was clever enough to spot that haha! You’re welcome!