breaking dawn

Written by Anakin McFly

dawn is breaking through the blinds,
casting bars of gold upon the wall;
not-Tim reclines upon the bed, hands moving
in animated gestures, his grin wider
than it usually is, with the others.

john leans against a wall, quietly listening
smoke trailing from the end of a bent cigarette
hanging loosely from his fingers; at times,
he smirks, but his gaze never turns
to meet his maker.

outside,
thomas wonders
if they are talking about him again.

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