Monday, May 11, 2009

Free Association

litany on my lips

rainbow cocktail of amphetamines singing through my veins

insipid hour

this is just so typical.

Fair warning.

You stepped too close to the edge.

How can you expect me not to give you that last little push over?

Lost my anger.

Dull unimpressive.

Too much light, there must be darkness.

She smiles, at first the gentle upward curve of her lips is pure sweetness. A subtle display of bone white teeth, her delicate brows arching. She looks at me beneath hooded eyes and I realize, this is not her nice smile.