There Is A PlaceThere Is A Place, Tucked Away From Our Own Established Absurd Society, Sheltered From Humanity's Illogical Reasoning, Constantly Graced By The Withered Hand Of Father Time, There Is A Place, A Place of My Own,There Is A Place
Butter Yellow And Hard Wood Paneling Coats Every Inch Of What My Body Can See. The Hum Of The Sears Refrigerator Serves As The Undertone Of The Summer Evening's Telenovelas That Play For My Grandmother In The Other Room; I Pass A Rainbow Colored Bouncy Ball To The Gray Cat Perched At The Opposite End Of The Dirty Kitchen. I Was Rolling The Ball More Or Less At Him Than To Him Which Resulted In
Short Story Three.I Rest My Shoulder Against The Corner Of The Hotel Room As You Rest Upon The Bed Completely Serene, Unbothered By The Unreasonable Fate Dealt To You. I Can't Bring Myself To Creep Any Closer; Waking You Would Be An Absolute Sin. The Way You Look In The Cheap Golden Lamplight, Makes My Heart Beat A Little Faster And The Bottom Of My Stomach To Drop Onto The Floor. I Cross My Arms, Gazing At The Saintly Woman Lying Before Me.Short Story Three.
Your Black Evening Shoes Lay Abandoned At The Foot Of The Bed. Your Ankles Limp From Not Making It On The Bed When You Laid Back. Your Legs Are Sheltered With A Nylon Shine, Which Makes A Small Seam At The Tip
The Only Man For Me.The Harsh Lights Press Down On The Banging In My Head.The Only Man For Me.
Shivers And Goosebumps Run Down My Forearms And That Uncomfortable Feelings Lays It's Hand On My Shoulders.
I Sit Tall On The Poorly Padded Hospital Waiting Room Chairs, The Chipmunk Voices Of The Low Budget Cartoon Serves As My Nighttime Lullaby In The Emergency Room.
My Head Droops Onto My Grandfather's Left Shoulder, As I Listen To Him Wheeze Next To Me.
His Jacket Itches My Cheek And Small Nose, He Smells Like Mothballs But The Undertone Of My Grandmother's Perfume Balances It Out. I Reach For His Left Hand And We Intertwine Our Fingers. His Huge And
The Truth I've Been FakingI Watch The Smoke Lift Up Into The Autumn Sky.The Truth I've Been Faking
The Crisp Air Pushes The Smoke Through The Vacant Space; Running It's Fingers Through The Fallen Leaves.
And Quite Honestly, Sending A Sweet Shiver Down My Spine, Making The Light Hair On My Arms Stand On Edge. I Sit T
SAFE!
Delighted
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crystal nicole.
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crystal nicole.
the exact opposite of texas.
it's what i've been looking for.
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crystal nicole.
Cassie
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