She said; "my life is like...
I always get off work just as the sun fades"
I shrug,
But there's a defensive jerk to my shoulder blades,
"Can I be your metaphorical suntan?"
She barely tries to cover a limp smile...
We sit for a while
And I drink too much of my beer to look relaxed.
I try to think of something to say
As I can't take the offer back.
"You feel like you're missing out on something, is it that?"
She swigs her wine back and sighs
I'm sure she can feel my lust
As I focus strictly on her eyes.
Her chest heaves in desperation
My chest heaves in desperation
"I guess we both feel the same way"
She lifts her glass although it's half empty,
"Cheers" she says "At least we're breathing,
Here's to another day."

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Irma Berger Comment by Irma Berger on February 13, 2010 at 5:53pm
It reminds me vaguely of Opus 40 by Mercury Rev: "I'm alive," she cried, "but I don't know what it means."

Having said that, I love the metaphors you used here, as it is very true. People just should try and remember your last two phrases a little more often. xx
Stephanie Davies Comment by Stephanie Davies on February 1, 2010 at 3:08pm
I actually liked the ending far better! At least we're breathing. Reminds me of a Conor Oberst lyric in a particularly harrowing song: "Well at least I exist, what could mean more than this."
Kirsty Whatley Comment by Kirsty Whatley on January 27, 2010 at 2:23pm
Really good. Amazing first line.


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