cumberbatchmecaptain
the prospect of medical school scared me when i first thought about it; i wanted to help people, but i was so afraid of dying that i didn't want to ever think of the prospect of interacting with the dead within my day to day activities.
the pristine colour of her skin was akin to marble, he noticed as they danced, her auburn hair flowing in smooth ringlets, revealing the back of her neck. she was a silent and deadly temptress, even if she herself did not even realize it.
It thunders profusely as she listens to her gritty punk rock bands and her gorgeous classical music; she is at peace, becoming an opposite to the thunder, just like her music. Her eyelids flutter, indulging in the harmony created by the booming music and the booming thunder; she is reminded of the "Rite of Spring" as her fingers linger and drum on the aged wood of the table.
my mother smiles at me as i exit the confines of the department store dressing room. i'm all wonky half-smiles, staring mostly at the floor. i had never taken pride in my appearance, and the violet coloured frock looked absolutely hideous on the hanger; though, the predominantly female side of me sort of fancied it. it cascades downward to cover my knees, and my arms are left bare; i note the chill of the air conditioning
right now, i'm slumped against the wall of the funeral home.
the overt despair about the place as i awaited the beginning of my mother's service was too much to bear. the "comforting" smiles and handshakes weren't doing anything to help my grief. my hands are shaking, the half-lit cigarette threatening to drop from my ghostly white fingers. smoke, tears, and sobs choke me. but, for some reason, they leave me alive, albeit barely.
He sits next to me as i finish ordering my drink at the bar. vodka with a sprig of mint.
He's attractive, young, with a powerful glint in his eye. I'm lured in by his looks, but my eyes trail to a golden glint upon his finger. A ring. I frown slightly and look away. Do I care? Yes. My desires are once again over-ruled by my standards. Well, at least I still have standards.