you know it’s like you start breathing when your alone.
she had never let anything so delicate touch her let alone cradle it.
like rotting lace… no more like wet silk
don’t just sit there he mumbled compile…
she sighed then ran her fingers through his hair for a long time
laying down the ceiling was now the thing of interest
i know what that’s like. she started
he fleered at the splinter inducing floorboards silently and buried his head in her crossed legs
she hoped he would just fall asleep quietly in her lap
…maybe I only start breathing when I’m with you. she finished off simpering at the turquoise ceiling.
It too was angry, like the whole room.