your breath smells like thai food
Weak and unearthed I appear to awake; with the stale over tone of last nights symbolic memoirs still clinging between my ears. I plan out my outfits for the next 13 days; some conservative threads on a dirt ridden fuzzball is the look I'll get away with today. I smoke my last cigarette and finger at my face. My skins getting thicker in an A symmetrical, two-tone way; while packing on pounds I can still see an evil underlying beauty. Its piercing and sharp to the touch, reaching out through two cold orbs.
I slip into lace, letting it peak out from behind exterior layers. Like a flea infested crow to an ornate gold cage, its got the best of me. I wont ask for it back nor for anything less.
Casey comes home with a bottle of strawberry hill, he sets it down in front of me next to his blueberry gloves. Ill drink half for today and save some for tomorrow.
Tonight I'm wearing heels.
I slip into lace, letting it peak out from behind exterior layers. Like a flea infested crow to an ornate gold cage, its got the best of me. I wont ask for it back nor for anything less.
Casey comes home with a bottle of strawberry hill, he sets it down in front of me next to his blueberry gloves. Ill drink half for today and save some for tomorrow.
Tonight I'm wearing heels.