Saturday, July 22, 2006

He gnawed on her like a crust of bread.
The percolator chanted/ soap decanted/ the
sea creatures flickered and died.

this line is under construction.
Her feet scratched a blue note to the beat of her sobs on the floor.

2 comments:

Vicki said...

And then she realized that it would hurt a little less every day. And she smiled, for it was nearly midnight and that new day was coming...

Hilary said...
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.