Where Now?
His lips were far too shiny.
You can't trust a man with a mouth so red, with such a pout. He disturbed me just to look at him. When I looked away they floated before me, like a noxious, puffed rotten fruit.
Tiredness has seeped through my bones and eaten me inside out. I want to sleep until I climb through the looking glass and no longer have to find myself.
Wanting has always been my Waterloo.
The Queen turns older tomorrow, so does my cousin Lizzie. Coincidence? I think not!
The answer to all questions: yes. But sometimes, no.
You can't trust a man with a mouth so red, with such a pout. He disturbed me just to look at him. When I looked away they floated before me, like a noxious, puffed rotten fruit.
Tiredness has seeped through my bones and eaten me inside out. I want to sleep until I climb through the looking glass and no longer have to find myself.
Wanting has always been my Waterloo.
The Queen turns older tomorrow, so does my cousin Lizzie. Coincidence? I think not!
The answer to all questions: yes. But sometimes, no.