October's First
Sun, relentless
Son, I can see the glossy haze
radiating from your fingertips.
A warmth unimaginable.
Delicate.
Childlike.
Pure.
I watched you count the number of
time(s) the waves
thundered against the rocks.
Usurped by the number One, you cried
“Ouch!”
On the second you begged me,
Stop their pain,
stop my pain.
What could I do
but turn you away.
“Do you want ( a distraction)
to try rollerblading? “
He fain did accept,
…with feigned interest.
Trust’s Last.
S.M. Alexis
Copyright © Shenna Tan | Year Posted 2013
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