Monday, July 5, 2010

Spill

she smiles, as she looks at it again.
frowns, and makes it perfect.
a comma missing, a deliberately placed capital letter.
and a heart crying
to find a soul that understands it.
she smiles in satisfaction,
and presses a button.
and a sign pops up
asking her
if she is sure
she affirms
with a slight nod of her head
and holds her breath
for it to appear
and for plain writing to tell her
that once again
like every other day
she has spilled her heart
in Trebuchet.

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