Treasure Island

Paloma Castaneda

(6-8-98 / California)

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Hours

They sit in silence now
After an exhausting night of empty words
Mere minutes pass, but they are hours
He feels it fall apart
He feels her slip away
They turn.
For the first time, they look at each other
He is suffocated in her terrible gaze
Suddenly the iris tightens

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