Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

The voices go quiet. Their 408 km/h force reduced to a collected exhalation. If words were swords, our silent moments slay dragons. I want to write your name in permanent marker. Carve initials on Cerberus’ bark. Scientists state that the pupils become dilated when seeing someone you’re attracted to; mine must have their own event horizons, their own gravitational pull somehow connected to yours.

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