Tag Archives: prose

leftover scene

eating yesterday’s noodles

with last night’s mascara still on

and two thoughts

should’ve finished the bottle

needs soy sauce

two fortune cookies in the bag

she’ll eat both

they’re her fortunes after all

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© Sara Febles

How was your Sunday?

It was calm on the outside
I sat with the sun weighing down my eyelids
My legs stretched on the chair across from me
The wind blowing through my hair and cooling my skin
With clouds reflected on the glass of white wine
I bring it to moisten my lips
I take a sip and wonder how long it was in the fridge
With my phone on my lap
No the table
Maybe I should put it in the bedroom
With a book whose lines I’m rereading again
I know there’s meaning in them
I just can’t concentrate
Because my mind is someplace else
Stuck in a storm of wet and wild thoughts
Of knowing and then not
Of having and then lost
Or something of the sort
I can’t quite figure it out
That’s why I sit out here for
Because it’s calm on the outside
When I’m not feeling it inside

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© Sara Febles

On silent

I silenced my phone
Because each buzz
And flashing blue light
Reminds me of him

But there isn’t a moment
I don’t randomly check
And secretly wish
It was a word from him

I silenced the phone
Thinking it would silence
This want this need
Or whatever this is

That makes me
Randomly check
And secretly wish
It was a word for me

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© Sara Febles

Why is it

There are no thoughts
Deeper than my own
Why is it so hard
To speak

There is no voice
Louder than my own
Why is it so hard
To listen

There is no pace
Faster than my own
Why is it so hard
To follow

There is no love
Stronger than my own
Why is it so hard
To give

There are no questions
Clearer than my own
Why is it so hard
To answer

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© Sara Febles

The hardest part

It’s not the loss
But the feeling of being lost

It’s not the emptiness
But the feeling of unfulfilled potential

It’s not the broken pieces of glass
But the feeling of having absolutely no path

It’s not the tears you hold back
But the feeling of your soul torn in half

It’s not the things you wish you would’ve said
But the silence left at the end

It’s not the second it happened
But it’s all the lonely moments after it

It’s never what you think it is
But it’s all the things you miss

It’s not that you’ll never be happy again
But it’s that you’ll never smile the same way again

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© Sara Febles

What do you think

I feel like a little kid
Skipping across the living room
Handing my paper
When I say
You were on my mind
When I wrote this
Do you like it
What do you think
And the waiting
As he reads it
My ribs barely containing
My heart’s nervousness
As I wait for a sign
He’s pleased
But then
When I get it
When I feel his smile
And warmth radiating
I feel like twirling
And jumping on him
With more than
A thousand kisses
For his skin

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© Sara Febles

Rambling on

If I’ve said a word
About who I am
To anyone
But the one I love
Rest assured
It was probably a lie
Well guarded secrets
I keep close to my heart
No one knows me
Well enough to say
They know who I am
But somehow he made it
Through the walls
Found a way in
Despite
Locked doors and
Shut windows
In a place
Where there was only
Room for one
Now it’s just us
And I can’t help
But open drawers and
Show my notebooks
Ramble on thoughts
I haven’t worded
Talk about
Feelings
Trapped tight
Within
Name my
Dreams
To the point
They feel like
Tangible things
He doesn’t get
Just a word
He gets
The backstory
The wet blue ink
I drip as I live
And the blank pages
I’ve yet to fill in

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© Sara Febles