Broke and Open

It launched fading fogs – her skeptical mind in a haze-filled dream. Stretching her loose lips to her ears, her eyes crinkled. He trailed the whitish powder with a paper stick – an abrupt arousal of paradise affirmed. A flash of drunk, filthy teeth.

His wounds were all forgotten; her words were all drowned.

“Come with me,” she said. Clasped hands – bare and unabashed – they walked to the single door separating the other side.

“What is it?” Both mouths bubbled with ecstasy of laughter.

An opened door – cold and empty space; stale and chaffed paint.

“Darling,” a sensual drawl. “This is us.”


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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