Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.
Going on this date was such a bad idea.
Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?
Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
Focusing on what caused him to tremble
Embracing the terror he held in his hand
Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage
Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”
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Ever wonder what’s inside?
Not opening it, but imagining the contents.
Viewing it held up to the light to get a hint.
Everything telling you not to open it.
Laying it down on the desk you try to walk away
Only you can’t.
Pushing you to your breaking point until you give up and rip the seal
Everything changes in that moment.
Building a tower of luck and lies she raised her bet
Understanding it was all or nothing now
She tapped for a card and held her breath
The dealer flipped a card and smiled sadly
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Abdi Mohammed
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