Friday, 16 October 2009

I Know This Won't Count for Much

Rough hands slide over soft eyes. The stench of blood and sweat dances with her supple skin, and he drains into a puddle in her lap. His tears are stars on her night sky dress. She runs her hands through his hair, and coos comfort in his ear.

"Let's just live through this night."

1 comment:

ishbash said...

One word. Beautiful