an evening of stained shirts and strained voices
--waking unbearable--
your breath still makes the loudest noises.
She said "I'm in agony. Just believe and breathe."
So I inhaled and inspired.
She exhaled for me and closed her eyes to avoid seeing.
Here I am
- Some kinda four 'o' clock tragedy
- New York, NY, United States
- I am a writer. I believe all engaging writing is a precious balance between aural and visual aesthetic, emotional and intellectual depth. I am an "intense" young man, and I've yet to find someone willing to contest that claim. I am not rated G, nor is my writing. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter."