Tonal Leave Eyes

[italiceyeball]

I don't remember if I told this story here or only spoke it live to a small crowd. In the last city I lived there were these sorts of clubs unique in my experience. Not bars but, more coffee shops that happened to serve alcohol and stay open all night. I remember lots of purple and irritation at someone trying to drop a bit of orange in my beer.

There was a band playing. I cringe, here, in the retelling. The guitariste was glancing at me and smiling for an hour long set, laughing and nodding at my questioning looks. I sat ten feet away at a small table drinking my orange free beer.

The show ended, my guitariste strode nimbly towards me and, as I stood. Past. To the waiting arms of a companion who had been sitting some feet behind. Just, happenstance. Taking my seat between the lines and forgetting. I can see the arrow connecting them pass through me leave its residue, it's back of throat smell/taste. I can't help but wonder if it carried some bits of me along with it. Suspect yes since

I've been all three of those people. The performer returning, the welcoming embrace, and the mime.

I did finish my drink. Slowly. Without turning my head a-and left. Eyes locked toward exit.

Comments

[keplers_angels]

It's implied I suppose, but one wonders after the bodies which may have been pierced through by that arrow to the door.

[italiceyeball]

Some rare species of egress, pining watchful for my footsteps. But most people make better walls than doorways.