The same things that dragged her under, tempted her back up again. Though tortured by their skilled caresses, her face split from ear to ear. Prettiness cracked in two; wide smile lips, red blood make-up, concealing jagged teeth, made brutal for the love that lingered. She said his fists loved her; that his heart … Continue reading Memory of a Party Girl
Tag: party
Break Time
So tired. Glossed over the mad season's crawl. Suffered from every self inflicted affliction I could get my hands on. My cup runneth over with all kinds of morbid cocktails and I have stood in line too long to take them back, so I just stand there nursing my disappointments. In the dark, … Continue reading Break Time
This Kind of Freedom
Another new beginning, how nice that I get another chance to fuck it all up again - I love that kind of freedom! There's no one gonna tell me that I took the hard path. Made all the right moves and I still burned my bridges, but that's OK, 'cause if you were my … Continue reading This Kind of Freedom