I was drowning in you. Three girls and I, the only one that remained after you had made them scream out the passions, dreams, and nightmares. Bastard. One kill, two kill as if we are just cookie dough, our necks breadsticks – so easy to crumble

Deep breaths won't take your possessions away. Black sparks and it has become hard to see the night sky from the neon signs that pollute this city. Goddamn, it's hard to run in heels, but I can still see the lights shine from here, ten minute ride by car is sure much longer when you are running…

Must be losing a few pounds with all this exercise….

Shot

Shot-shot-shot-shot

I am reminded of the fast paces lives and everything slows down around me. I am still running and stumbling and falling even after all the neon signs have gone out. Heavy breaths, one kill, two kill, three kill, and they all fall down. Like chap bread that never bakes well in the oven, like batter that is never quite smooth, we are imperfect. Little red trails that you hide in your hissing mouth – so easy to devour a woman.

Men are creatures of habit.

End