4698, story, character, writing, narrative

HOW THIS STORY ENDS

you beg to be told
how this story ends
and if has devised
characters, roles
for you all

meanwhile much industry
pens glide, scratch
the surface, keys clunk,
go virtouso,
get depressed

the story presenting
difficulties, problems
with plot progression,
creating
space for obligations,
consequences, causes, choices

but you (as
I did promise)
slotted in there
somewhere
at least for a scene,
perhaps a quick death

before which, I swear,
there for you a rich
gamut of experiences

the touch of
lips against your mouth
and there
in that very instant,
rain on your skin

heart
in your chest – – heaving,
beating,

whether or not
the Earth notices, world
cares to read,

or (between you and me)
would like to give a damn