oneword.com

it’s cold.shivers trickle down my spine like a waterfall.so little heat left.i can feel my breath getting an icy cold that would put the glaziers to shame.damn.where are those mittens when you needed them?

Posted By Peleterre On 12.26.2009 @ 4:35 am

i struggle for balance.this tight skirt just won’t do,and the customer’s throwing dagger stares at me.eager for his cheap drink in one swallow.i balance the tray on my fingertips.this just won’t do.and i have to feed the children.

Posted By Peleterre On 12.22.2009 @ 7:48 pm

the wallpaper wouldn’t come off no matter how much acid gunk i lathered on the wall.the memories of you tainted this poor excuse for a girlfriend.ex-girlfriend rather.and the walls.desperate,i tear it off layer by layer.the thick and heavy scent of your blood strong and potent.

Posted By Peleterre On 12.22.2009 @ 7:32 pm