Her heat ebbs slowly from the sheets, leaving nothing but an ineffable sense of the passage of time.
I wish the beautiful would linger.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Her heat ebbs slowly from the sheets, leaving nothing but an ineffable sense of the passage of time.
I wish the beautiful would linger.
He unscrewed the cap and took a sip, which turned into a swig, which then turned into a skull. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol once again, it would always be this way, he could never change.
I am unhappy to the point of seeking death, and none would know it, so soothing and warm by nature. How deceivingly unhappy the world would be if all were as I am.
I wished, the crying in the middle of the night would stop and it did. The laughter stopped too, but the scent of baby powder still clings to my arms.
It’s just me and this candle and those happy assholes out there, yelling their lungs out in the cold fresh winter air. I hope next year finds me here but with another person, a joyfull Number Two in my life.
I loved you, but then you broke my heart. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you for that.