smoke cookies [ in a distance triangle]

 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?

 sit

huh?

 I think we need to have a little chat

SIT

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]