Overheard conversation fragments at a party
Rick Ross completely disappeared from earth
(…) he would even try escaping differently
that person over there looks (…)
alone;
do you remember your mother? I don’t
No I don’t, did I ever have one? Could you (…)
return me that (…) joke. I’m tired I feel like
(…) burning the kitchen then the whole house was burning I swear
(…) scary scary scary (…) suddenly fine, still standing.
that person over there looks (…)
way too much like my parents I’m fed up with (…) this wind
Should’ve brought (…) a mouth to speak and a (…) coat.
(…) yes he literally disappeared I’m telling (…)
these things happen.
Inventarium
there’s a catalogue describing all diseases you invented to skip school as a kid
there’s a room with all distant relatives the name you always forget, you once accidentally got there looking for solace, “Oh my how you've grown”.
there’s a tree in your yard containing the spirits of all your dead pets and their bones have long walked back to the space between hope and silence, sometimes
you wish they’d call you back, “Greatest friend, light is quiet around here,”
and there is a cellar in your house leading to all houses you inhabited and there is too much to be found.
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Frederico Prado is a an university student living in Campinas - SP, Brazil, where he was born and raised. He writes as a hobby, sometimes in english and sometimes in portuguese.
Rick Ross completely disappeared from earth
(…) he would even try escaping differently
that person over there looks (…)
alone;
do you remember your mother? I don’t
No I don’t, did I ever have one? Could you (…)
return me that (…) joke. I’m tired I feel like
(…) burning the kitchen then the whole house was burning I swear
(…) scary scary scary (…) suddenly fine, still standing.
that person over there looks (…)
way too much like my parents I’m fed up with (…) this wind
Should’ve brought (…) a mouth to speak and a (…) coat.
(…) yes he literally disappeared I’m telling (…)
these things happen.
Inventarium
there’s a catalogue describing all diseases you invented to skip school as a kid
there’s a room with all distant relatives the name you always forget, you once accidentally got there looking for solace, “Oh my how you've grown”.
there’s a tree in your yard containing the spirits of all your dead pets and their bones have long walked back to the space between hope and silence, sometimes
you wish they’d call you back, “Greatest friend, light is quiet around here,”
and there is a cellar in your house leading to all houses you inhabited and there is too much to be found.
__
Frederico Prado is a an university student living in Campinas - SP, Brazil, where he was born and raised. He writes as a hobby, sometimes in english and sometimes in portuguese.
