I spin visions of reconciliation made of taffy and chocolate chips.
I sweep her into scar-bedecked arms while our laughter highlights the sunset. She smiles at me, and I can't remember what it was like to have ever been apart.
I offer her grin a gift of gold as a gesture of genuine gratitude.
Three rings, strung together with somnophoric authenticity. Affixed with her pearl; my amethyst; our diamond.
I delight in her exclamations of happiness, all the while terrified she will see them as no more than quarter-machine trinkets. Contrived metaphors of plastic and gaudiness built from a dream-turned-nightmare; my dreamscape goodwill invalidated by a smudge of reality.
11:27 p.m. - 2015-03-18
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