Sad Labels:
sad
She turned on her cardboard heels and doused him inh her only thought. I'm never lonely so long as it hurts. Just like putting out a fire before it starts.
I'm lips. Drawn in crayons without labels. I'm a droning cunt always vacant. I'm brick red. I'm peach. Words describing things that can't be seen. Microscopic mirrors resounding every resignation.
She took the glass between her fingers like a candy bar pouting red. Hunting for the stop sign pain promises.
He was calm. Still not reflected in the glass.
As she she pushed the pieces deeper into her arm.
She was looking at the floor. Tracing the footstep. A calloused map.
Of all the plasces we can never go again.