What painful laughter. Her eyes reveal its presence–smiles split her face. And her frame shudders, and her voice breaks.
Her eyes, I said. The rest is plain-old mirth. Wonderful as always, but easily dismissed. Her eyes, I said. Her misty, mirthless whites.
That’s the place I look. Can’t dismiss the sight, the added inspiration. The painful laughter piece. Can’t dismiss the sight. Her misty, mirthless whites.
So when she laughs, I see the pain.
We laugh that way prolonged.
About Brian Looney
The written word has called to me since I was very young. I spend(and have spent) much of my time reading good works and attempting to improve my poetic powers--my mind is often centered on my writing. I'm from Albuquerque, NM USA. Somewhere along the way I landed a BA in English, but I don't quite remember much of that. I may have a bad attitude, but I am a focused writer, and I have developed(am developing) a voice which grants me strength to stand.
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