(no subject)
Last night; I sit opposite the doors, spying into a strange little world. Last night; I sit opposite Marks and Spencers; everything I feel- industrial and detached. I rest my face between my knees and drag my knuckles along the concrete step in dismay. My other hand hooks a tarnished railing. I can taste the metal. I am not choking on words; I am choking on you. Before I have time to challenge you, your arm is across the width of my shoulders. I don't know you anymore, I don't know why you're here; and I don't care.