fiction

[thewisesneeze]

She stood by
dress blowing gently
the coastline sending the wind to her
the sunset listening in;
behind her, 
sitting stooped inside a cardboard box
he continued speaking,
his coarse voice against her delicate ears
his defeated heart against her wistful youth

"I won't even make you sign a pre-nup"
he said
it was his tenth reason,
and his cigerette-ridden lungs,
wheezing and coarse as they were
pumping like a bellows,
would keep on giving wind to his words
so long as she lingered there
back turned
listening.