Lightning strikes and we're at it again.
fingers tracing faces like fire.
Breath short and sweet like so many
whispered words and unwatched movies.
Finger in the socket and we keep
laughing those laughs that only
we can remember.
Smiling those smiles that we hide
now from everyone and each other.
Toaster in the bathtub and we're lost.
Separated by a sea of improbability
and spine
less
ness.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:53 AM UTC
Lightning strikes and we're at it again.
fingers tracing faces like fire.
Breath short and sweet like so many
whispered words and unwatched movies.
Finger in the socket and we keep
laughing those laughs that only
we can remember.
Smiling those smiles that we hide
now from everyone and each other.
Toaster in the bathtub and we're lost.
Separated by a sea of improbability
and spine
less
ness.
Part 1 of 3. The first of a trilogy consisting of Electricity, Electrocution, and the Calm
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