Capulus Furiae

Echoes of memories
Lie filtered in the coffee plunger
Lecherous
Needing release
The reek of their desperation
Wafts indolently across the room
Lust filled tendrils
Entwine with the edges of perception
Insisting on my attention

Try as I may
I cannot push them away
They bicker and cajole
With incessant chittering

Finally

Resigned to their fate
I retire to the corner
Flicking the lights out on the way
No light will distract me there

I ease myself down
Barely sensing the walls
As they cradle me

My mind opens up
As senses shut down
The Echoes dive in
Running rampant
Enjoying the shade of my muteness

Deep within the shadows
I reengage myself
With memories long buried

The coffee grows cold on the bench
As I
Staring out through sightless eyes

Chitter

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