A/N: I wrote this around the middle of my composition course. We read Autumn Begins In Martains Ferry, Ohio by James Wright. It kind of has to do with the poem, and kind of doesn't. It all depends on your interpretation. I had it down within three minutes after the class ended, so it stuck pretty strongly with me.
SSHGSSHG
There was no time for her anymore. She was old. She was ugly. She was worthless. She had lost all meaning to him, and he could care less.
He was old, too. But he had become lost in his work, and time scarcely had a hold on him. Hours, days, weeks could pass- he could not be sure. There was a time when not seeing her would bother him. Now he just wanted her gone.
He sat in his lab; she sat at the bar. Both absorbed in some liquid or another, both trying to stop the pain.
She didn't see the young man approach; he didn't notice the wrong vial. She was surprised as the young man bought her one drink and then another. He was surprised as his experiment turned blue and then orange. She walked alway with a smile on her face as the young man led her out the door. He collapsed on the floor with fear in his eyes as fire consumed the room.
