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Seven Deadly SinsTaking his hand, she could feel each ridge, bump, and holster of his lines. He watched her with handicapped eyes as she ran her own dry creases over them. With a still-sticky forearm, he pressed her down onto the bed while fumbling and fluttering his worn-to-soft blanket over them. A few hand-jerks later, and they folded, her elbow hitting the vent of his ribs as she choked up in surprise. They both had an itch of discouragement and un-realized excitement, yet all they had left to sate it were the same towels already doused.Seven Deadly Sins
Dust-thick mouths and eyes are cemented shut with their own slime; the teeth chipped and cracked, divided
by ~ArmsAreForHugging
Testing, one two three.Score a sixteen andTesting, one two three.
make me love you for muddy knees and bony eyes.
by ~ArmsAreForHugging
detached observanceThe consensus was that it could have been dirtier. Feet empty of any cloth or rubber left flattened paddle-marks in the too-dry mud, later leaving map lines across the white (in comparison) pavement, moving in a skip-twirl-hop-hop-itch pattern of surfaces too hot. The hair could have been blonde or red or orange, or some mixture of the three, and it could have been in messy beaded braids, or teased and snagged into dreadlocks; it wasn't really clear unless you came up close, above, and no-one thought it mattered enough. "Trashy" was one of the (very few) words that even the most tongue-clucking relatidetached observance
by ~ArmsAreForHugging
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Faking ItYou were here to say “Baby, let’s leave.” In that way you have of speaking and making my little knees shake. I didn’t know that you meant that you were leaving and never coming back, so I followed you across hills and mountains, and down in to the valley where you became a blur of truths and lies. Our apartment was small, but you said that our ideas were big - so it didn’t matter. You had a way of smiling that made me believe everything was all right - even though I had fluid in my lungs and I was coughing all the time, it would be all right.Faking It
You would fall asleep holding my hand while I wasted away. I wa
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One More AssassinHe looked out into the street, half-smiling as he noticed the traffic pass through his slender reflection in the glass of the coffee-shop window. Almost like if I was a ghost, he thought. Like I wasn't even there. The idea of his non-existence sent a pang through his heart, before he realized that it was a meaningless metaphor. He wasn't there in that street. He laughed out loud, making the pretty girl at the next table look up from her laptop, peering at him through a curtain of her straight, brown hair. He smiled sheepishly at her and nodded apologetically, taking the blame for shredding what had been a wonderfully delicate silence untiOne More Assassin
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- Favourite poet or writer: Bukowski, Sexton, Plath, Cummings, Ellis, McNally, Chekhov.
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