aosora

United Arab Emirates

meet me there someday

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don't swallow gold. i have two tablespoons of sorrow.

portrait of a gas station at 3 am

June 22, 2020

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everything slows to an oppressive crawl
but the steel sentries lay awake,
ears cocked for miscreants, spray-painted van goghs
on a budget.
two silver cars rooted in the parking lot
house innumerable instances of speedy kisses
and entangled stilettos. tinted windows rolled down. 
heavily misted whispers escaping parted pink lips.
car joggling, joy stick harmonies.
pavement glistens like slick skin toiling by the bedpost,
feverish yellow street-light sticking out coldly;
sore thumb, arrogant eye at the irrelevance of
human limbs clutching throbbing throats, cough drops,
fingers of snubbed lovers.
hallucinate between hostile aisles of
convenience stores, stale bread and part-time workers
holding back three gallons of tears; drown this
lust for sorrow in coffee grounds. in beer cans.
watery clouds stinging in chests and flammables 
that cling to disheveled clothes. 
pay in cash. grubby palms. 
pocket of universe painted so lonesome.
pocket of universe so hushed.




 

i'd imagine going to a gas/petrol station at 3 must feel like an out of body experience. i hope you get a chance to experience it. i hope it feels lonely. i hope that is enough.


 

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13 Comments
  • A Rose

    Wow.... I don't even know how to give you the compliment you deserve here. I just found your writing and I'm blown away.


    5 months ago
  • black_and_red_ink

    This is so amazing. You put so much detail into describing a gas station. I especially loved the last two lines.


    6 months ago
  • Ruthh

    even your footnotes is a piece of art wtf
    this is lovely <3


    6 months ago
  • rosemarywisdom

    Holy crap, this is amazing. I think you definitely have a talent, well done!


    6 months ago
  • joella

    i'll see you tomorrow, heading out to find a gas station so i can sit on the curb and watch it glow in the pale yellow streetlamp light.


    6 months ago
  • A Certain Type of Decisive

    This is low key some of my favorite aesthetics- there is beauty in liminal spaces, despite the grime. You did an amazing job of describing this!


    6 months ago
  • books4life

    WHOA!!!! Amazing :)


    6 months ago
  • mia_:)

    HOW? You are SO GOOD! I definitely got lonely gas station vibes, but also so much more! You are a true artist!


    6 months ago
  • EdilMayHampsen

    This is exactly what being at a gas station far from home feels like. Beautiful piece.


    6 months ago
  • chrysanthemums&ink

    this was about a gas station? gosh, you're too good.


    6 months ago
  • spurtsofdarkness

    Gorgeous


    6 months ago
  • sunny.v

    “ drown this lust for sorrow in coffee grounds. in beer cans. ” this took me to exactly where you were describing. wow. it’s like you caught the essence of a gas station in a bottle and released it onto the page


    6 months ago
  • Mishthi Sharma

    Niceee work


    6 months ago