Lit, a recollection (II)

Read the first of this series here. White lights queued. I made a new friend, and (much to my frustration) I cannot make his face out. I do, however, recall a sense of belonging; a nervous pain and desire that spoke through our eyes. We wanted to escape, to run with the liquor because childhood doesn't [...]

Miscellaneous Lover III

these lips confess love affairs, the essence of other mistresses, of cocktails and magical nights, yet,  yet you still love me? only broken chairs rock to broken records, i'm your favorite tune, let's rock n' roll to this broken jam, metaphorical noose around your neck, your love for me might be the rope you hang [...]