I was sitting too close.
And my brother thought he was being funny.
I pulled my skin from the glass of the fireplace.
Only to see it snap back to the fireplace.
the skin remains there, and my wirst is replaced with a purple tinge.
my mother tells me this one will never go away.
About Me
- joywhite
- I believe this life is blessed, when against your hand, my pulse can rise and rest. Sing dissemblers. Sing Lazarus. Stand on ceremony. For us with lust it's only motivation. Hotline operator. Rolling Blackouts, put out the light. Let the sun go down. Bring on the night. We'll put our blankets on the floor, until the power gets restored. You're a way. An unchainer. You're a hotline operator. Do me a favor.
6 comments:
that's pretty gruesome gangsta.
wa wa we wa.
That's pleasant. I bet that hurt alot. I don't have anything that painful.
Did you break the glass in the fireplace? And if so how mad was your mother?
That sounds awful...I almost died.
i love all the comments hahahaha
it was so short and sweet, i enjoyed it imo it was good lol
You graphic son of a gun.
I read it again and felt faint.
Vuury good!
Post a Comment