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On having a converstation over grilled chicken

Nandos

Wonderlandby El 21 Aug 2013

The thought of seeing that again terrifies me.

His bloodshot eyes are no longer a window to the soul.
It fled two years ago.
Evaporated.
Shot itself.
Threw itself off a weeping shell of a body.

Panic ripples through conversation.
Ignorance and realisation in battle over grilled chicken.
Subtle hints at a breakdown.
I’m weak but I can help.
Except I can’t.