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Give to me, just one last time. I know we will go our separate ways in the morning, but for now all I want is to barely make it out in the blinding darkness and light beneath the stage. You'll be just barely late for your flight. I'll still need to fill the bus, but it is alright. Just one last time, svp.
Yet this time the split is in a different way, and as I open up I feel the fabric around me start to give.
I thought they were joking, but as it turns out they were quite serious. It seems that our games have been having much graver consequences than either of us could have even imagined.
I'd do it again, though.
Between the bottom-most ribs and my guts, open for all to see.
There is the careful maneuvering of the knife, very purposeful, very tender. I almost feel embarrassed, but since it's just you I suppose it's alright.
It's quite warm, thank you for turning on the AC. I am so comfortable.
Again we come back to this, I thought that I had answered your questions before!
There is nothing that can be done about this situation, so I'm afraid that you need to make your peace and get on with your life. Holding grudges like this is hardly good for your health, and you can't expect to be promoted if you hold on to that horrible attitude of yours.
Are we finished here? You can go.