BANGBANGBANG.
Huh?
BANGBANGBANG.
My ribs are taut.
Stay put, they seem to say.
But I can't stay put. Because nothing will ever be the same. The inside jokes, the laughs, the fantasies of an affordable four person flat--
No turning back. You can't swallow back those yells. You can't bite back the curses. You can't reach back your fists from the glass. You can't narrow the widened eyes, steady the shaking limbs, slow the shallow breathing of seven onlookers.
That's it. And I thought that was it.
But now I don't know if it is.
I'm waiting for another
BANGBANGBANG.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
BANGBANGBANG.
Huh?
BANGBANGBANG.
My ribs are taut.
Stay put, they seem to say.
But I can't stay put. Because nothing will ever be the same. The inside jokes, the laughs, the fantasies of an affordable four person flat--
No turning back. You can't swallow back those yells. You can't bite back the curses. You can't reach back your fists from the glass. You can't narrow the widened eyes, steady the shaking limbs, slow the shallow breathing of seven onlookers.
That's it. And I thought that was it.
But now I don't know if it is.
I'm waiting for another
BANGBANGBANG.
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