- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Last Phase
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D: I can tell you're scared.
K: No, I'm cool.
D: I'm cleaning my nails, Kikah; I bought it today at the gas station. Who are you afraid of? I won't tell nobody. He ain't around here, is he?
K: It's nothing, man. That sound. The implication. No, he's not here.
D: Come on, that wasn't no normal reaction!
Derrick spits chew in the trash. Kikah wrings her hands.
K: You look like someone I know.
D: Yeah?
K: Yeah.
D: Kikah, I got a boy of two years. This world is in the last phase. I wonder sometimes why I had a child.
K: Me too. I'm scared. I'm alone. I don't know what to do.
Kikah sheds some tears.
D: You wanna go home?
K: No, man, no.
Kikah does not take her eyes off the knife and his every movement. The first day he showed and she was there caused issue. She watches him until the hillbilly manicure is done and the beautiful blade is away.
D: I think it is a sin, Kikah. A damned sin...
Derrick spits chew in the trash. Kikah wrings her hands.
