

nightmares are modern artclick. nothing. how?nightmares are modern art
...my eyes pop open and stare at the wall. clean...
...i drift to the ceiling, the towel rack in front of me, the bathtub, the rug on the floor. clean clean clean clean. none of this makes sense...
...i pull the barrel of the .44 out of my mouth and stare at it in disbelief. all the marvels of modern science and i get the one gun that doesn't fucking work. the bullet falls into my hand, unfired. the pockmark where the hammer tried to send it on its merry way is there. this has to be some sort of sick joke...
...i stare at the white towels in front of me. the monogrammed


free floating hostility...i can't stand the sight of tears...free floating hostility...
...she fell against the side of the car buried her face in her hands she can't handle this kind of emotional stress there are too many "what if...?" questions the tail lights fading down the driveway signify the end of something she's still crying my ears burn thank god for the darkness i hate how easily i blush why did i say anything at all what could he have done to cause all of this we were all so happy upstairs five minutes ago she's STILL crying i need to make this stop but what could i possibly say to make anything any better my ears are still burning as i fumble to get the keys in the lo
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