Dispatch - Two Coins

I stick loneliness, your lips and the two coins of your eyes into my pockets

Well the train skates into Port Henry late Sunday
sometimes when I'm riding high, feeling fine you know there's something troubling me, troublin' my mind

so I reach into my pocket for some small change

I want bones like iron blood like mercury so I can tell you when I'm rising and when I'm sinking in


I have seven prompts left from last month's itsproductivity... because I kept weaving prompts into one, I am a double-up cheater. xD That's okay though, because they're getting done so I have that (inflated) sense of achievement. One whole month of focus on just one character was fun to do, but daunting. Also, I'm having the 'oh man I suck!' issue with my writing again, but that comes and goes. Best to just finish things and go back to them if they need fixing.

Music and links later, promise.