{"sf1_id":208461,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Poem: The End of a Lonely Night","author":"Brandie","words":118,"posted_at":"2010-12-31T05:44:00.000Z","tags":["Night","Poem","Suicide"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/208461-poem-the-end-of-a-lonely-night","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/208461","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=208461\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The lights outside flicker in the darkness  \nAs they often do in these scenes.  \nThe Setting:  \nA rundown cheap Motel  \nIn a twelve-by-twelve room,  \nEmpty even with me in it.  \nThe Time:  \nDark enough  \nTo see the City from these outskirts  \nAnd without a decent cup of coffee.  \n  \nI stare out the large, lone window  \nAlways big enough  \nFor that cliché jump  \nAnd splatter  \nWithout hitting the so few flowers at the entrance.  \nClever.  \n  \nI swig down my last half-shot  \nwhile listening to the static of the T.V.  \nWhite-noise on deaf ears.  \nI absent mindedly brush off dirt  \nFrom my stained jeans  \nOne last look at her picture  \nAnd my note  \nAnd I make my final quick decent.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}