Saturday, November 26, 2011

the ghost watches the sad and desperate trying to dance (badly), numb and inebriated from too many watered down rum and cokes. she attempts to subdue her presence and limit the attention bound to come her way.

(what did you expect coming in here looking like that?)

filling the minutes with girl talk and colorful hand gestures she catches him watching her. eyes lock with purpose as he makes his way over to the ghost and she braces herself (here we go).

"want to dance?" he asks.
"yes, but not with you."

he ate my heart
he ate my heart out

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