she opens her eyes
to the frightening sight
it is nothing overly obscure;
just his face over hers
what are you doing here?
whispers
*(it's been a long time since i've seen you;
i thought we would keep it that way.)*
a fire exit by the window
headrush of memories
she never reached out for help
she knew it would be worse that way
whiskey on his breath
screams
silence
darkness
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
she opens her eyes
to the frightening sight
it is nothing overly obscure;
just his face over hers
what are you doing here?
whispers
*(it's been a long time since i've seen you;
i thought we would keep it that way.)*
a fire exit by the window
headrush of memories
she never reached out for help
she knew it would be worse that way
whiskey on his breath
screams
silence
darkness
01.26.2010
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