It's Still Life

Twenty-Two Seconds in 1974

Wake up, he whispers in her ear.
She turns over, her eyes unwilling to release the last dusting of sleep.
Those brown eyes of his; those brown eyes.
And he says “Do you trust me?”
“Do I trust the man who drugged me last night? No.” she says.
And then she grins that sort of grin that she can’t suppress.

Written for 6SS “Turn”. Artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text. Imagery and prose/poems ©Misky 2023.