99 words (drabble), R for language
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Oh fuck, not again.
this silent, dark home
glass cracks under each step as I feel my way through the kitchen.
They love each other. Idiots.
Shit. My shin finds a chair too fast and palms hit the floor hard. Spilled scotch burns
my glittering hands.
I stay kneeling, head hung.
I can deal with this until I?m the problem. But now?
I lie down with a faltering crackle. Maybe tomorrow I?ll wake up
or let them kill each other, that?s their business
Just don?t blame me, this isn?t my fault
for being born, don?t blame me
it?s not my fault
is it?
(R) How can it be
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(R) How can it be
Last edited by tangelo on Mon Apr 04, 2005 8:29 pm, edited 1 time in total.