Introverted Dystopia"Hello. It's been about two weeks since the last time.Introverted Dystopia
"Today, yesterday, tomorrow, it's the same. Recite those words again."
Regret?
Maybe later. Please remind me, or I won't remember.
Tonight, he'll say, "You're using me," later, "Anything for you."
"Violet," forgot again. Make it stop, I can't say no.
Cry, nothing new. Just another night, not breaking the habit.
Invalid, convinced myself. In my utopia, I'm just another animal.
The ProfessionalLate at night, the asphalt keeps us from falling. We're both too tired to sleep and we stand inside stranger's clothes.The Professional
LIttle frills ruffle when she turns, and when he sways, the pinstripes follow. Behind the eyes of strangers, there's something heating from inside.
Cut hair and fixed curls hold together in fragile spray. Faded lipstick and an untuck shirt hold together in the humidity.
Is it the initial reaction to be fed by infatuation? Nail polish chips away, shiny shoes scuff away.
She seems so beautiful, so w
For the Evanescent FatherPictures hanging from the wall reflect something that was so dear in the past. Sleeping beneath the ground, there's a life lived between the glass.For the Evanescent Father
I see you there, smiling back at me. A young family, prepared for their departed, but no one's grieving.
Between you and me, he's got you eyes and hair. Your very skin lives through him, right down to every taste bud in his tongue.
Perhaps through him, you live life again; he'll find himself in a career so exciting, and one day he'll go against the world just to be with someone forever an
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