relishing in the aftermath...
raked across hot coals:
was how it felt. a foreign, unapproachable sting, a white pain. the House was mostly dark; swayed by flecks of streetlight which came in at the corners. House left her to her work on worry & suffering, which were both as plain as any-old-day, and visible from all angles of the room.
she wiped the kitchen counters, shook the crumbs to the floor. sat down, crosslegged, and swept them into a neat pile with her hands. from there, she pressed her fingers into the mess, which was really not a mess at all but a very ordered thing instead, and raised her hands to her mouth, ingesting each stuck crumb individually. she took care to bypass all things which did not, (for whatever reason), fit:
stray bits of hair & pocket lint. dried snaps of mud tracked in on her lover's big shoe.
the little voice in her head went on screaming, as always.
demanding a recount which quite simply
did not exist.
was how it felt. a foreign, unapproachable sting, a white pain. the House was mostly dark; swayed by flecks of streetlight which came in at the corners. House left her to her work on worry & suffering, which were both as plain as any-old-day, and visible from all angles of the room.
she wiped the kitchen counters, shook the crumbs to the floor. sat down, crosslegged, and swept them into a neat pile with her hands. from there, she pressed her fingers into the mess, which was really not a mess at all but a very ordered thing instead, and raised her hands to her mouth, ingesting each stuck crumb individually. she took care to bypass all things which did not, (for whatever reason), fit:
stray bits of hair & pocket lint. dried snaps of mud tracked in on her lover's big shoe.
the little voice in her head went on screaming, as always.
demanding a recount which quite simply
did not exist.
"if no one had been looking,
she would have acted
differently.
he'd cry over it all, and she knew it.
oh, he'd be a big blubbering mess
on the floor alright,
if he'd have had any idea regarding
those things she was
capable of.
don't be disturbed, though,
it's quite alright.
a girl is entitled
to her secrets."
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oh, honey, you're killin' me....
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