woensdag 13 mei 2015

Musiness Page seventeen fiction

If you want to
Shoot me
Do it now

My fingers, my hand, my elbow, my shoulder. On the right. Are trying so hard to ease the pain I feel inside. Why are you so far away, my next door boy. Leaving me here just by myself and my yellow bag.

The rosemary is drying up, the azelea turned mango and my heart is choking. The train, the train, you had to catch it for another job. What is the point of me being here, in cloudy air.

Don't cry for me. I'll wake you up on a day you least expected. Bringing you, bringing you, well, you know where the fridge is.

Your icequeen is melting.

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