Stop dribbling it’s disgusting and not pretty and before you say anything I don’t give a shit if your bored.
still grinding my bones? she sighed
she stilled dripped with concern which he liked [that unnerving sense of pins and needles wrapped in electrified tissue]
you still want a heart made and filled with ash,pennies and bits of red rust?
I think we need to have a little chat
the timer count down 00.00.00
smoke and eat cookies he mused
he didn’t think she had even noticed
words are like scalpels quite a few connotations, portable and easy to conceal
she was listening to his heart with a stethoscope.
He really hated the crumbs on the floor and didn’t try hard to ignore them. didn’t really want to witness their love affair with dust and bacteria.
photo: smoking, black and white [ from hoard]