by austere seeker

You’re upset... did I say or do something wrong, your tone, well, text really, sounds different, stark stiff formal held back, something the matter? Something I said, or did, or didn’t, you know I’ve been having health, work issues... not that you asked, like a switch off? Why do I sense that something somewhere is wrong... you’ve just called me by my name, not that usual term of endearment! Something’s crawling, tingling on my skin. Dammit, say something! You think I won’t find out who she is, your new prettina-muse?


austere seeker lives, works, and writes in Mumbai.