He comes home from art school and finds cold food on the table and a note Something along the lines be good, eat, do your homework, clean your room, be good Love, mom He puts the food in the microwave pushes the buttons waits takes the food out eats There's a mirror on the wall across the table and he stares at his reflection as he eats, watches the way he chews the food He turns the TV on and then off again The house is silent as always He gets into the bathroom and removes his clothes steps into the shower cabin turns on the hot water stands under it, shoulders slumped, looking down The glass walls of the cabin fog up He smiles raises his finger draws a feminine shape on the steamy glass and rubs his hard penis against it He knows that's all the art he will create and all the love he'll get
another loveless art student

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This is really good, keep sharing your work!
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Thank you
Will do (^_^)
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I hope that this bleakness leaves some space for peace and even joy too.
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Absolutely 🙂
It’s usually in the small things.
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Small is beautiful. 🙂
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The hard truth is not always easy too take very funny in a wry way…Excellent writing well done!!!
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I have to look both ways, right now, to make sure that no one sees me smiling!
Sometimes your poetry is like a brown paper bag! That’s a compliment.
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And it’s much appreciated, Andrew :))
Thanks
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Bleak – Love It! Great finish as well.
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Thanks 🙂
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