Monday, January 25, 2010

so here we are

I need to make new love. start off fresh, with organic ingredients and a wooden stove.

I can hear the cigarette burning. I've never let it be so quiet to actually notice that before.

He kissed me, again and again, all over my newly old body. He inhaled and inhaled, like they were about to nail me into a coffin but his nose was large enough to store my scent in forever.

sorry, but my endings have become sloppy, like forced football matches. maybe something exciting will happen in the last 2 minutes of the game?
Only after I leave though.

1 comment:

Dreaminglass said...

Stay. If only for a while.