I feel cold laying on the floor dreaming of asian porn.
Liquid meals wrapped in vaseline. I can’t begin to explain these numb moments.
Scratching or unforgiving. I woke up and splashed cold feelings on the doorway.
I look at her with a longing I should only feel for someone who isn’t there. Isn’t breathing the same air. And I would imagine an argument will ensue.
I smelled the clothes she left in the bathroom. Strips of red.
What do you mean? What is wrong with you?
I keep acting like this has never happened before.
i this feeling. i want to deny it all. i want to lie on the linoleum.
Comment by natalie — December 7, 2005 @ 7:00 am