She stepped out of the awning
of the building and inhaled deeply. Roast coffee, toasted bread, motor oil, the
clogged drain a block over. The old leather jacket creaked across her shoulders
as she hunched the light rain, her messenger style bag bulging at her side. A
quick dash and she disappeared into a waiting cab on the curb.
He allowed the gauzy curtain to
fall again. The tight clench in his belly slowly released. He exhaled slowly,
his lungs deflating with each second, as though expelling an evil miasma.
Tonight, he can sleep again.
NB: Written during the course of this song. No edits.
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