Wildy the Journeyman (into_the_wild) wrote,
Wildy the Journeyman

:: Sweat ::

 :: Sweat ::
He sat alone. Sweaty. At his favorite seat.
The one under the lazily whirling ceiling fan.
He ordered another serving of Mac and Cheese.
"Just one more," he repeated.
As he tried to wipe away the sweat with
His thick fat fingers. Instead, the perspiration
Gathered together and dropped onto his tummy
Like teardrops from a passing storm.
Drops that linger, but disappear,
Usually faster, with sunshine and warmth.
He rubbed his belly, in the usual circular fashion
As he ate another piece of yesterday
Munched it with much gusto.
Nothing else mattered, nothing else.

--  Submitted for community.livejournal.com/100_words/ --

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