His body sedated his heart by tossing it into an egg beater; the pile of blood grew thicker with every pump. His eyes became blinking LEDs, connecting with the footsteps of beautiful strangers. This undeserving man shoved the drainage into a pen and scribbled nothings for the one in the dress; her thoughts never drifted toward her portraits.


3 comments so far

  1. Skittles on

    I scribble nothings all the time.. on my blog. 🙂

  2. Michelle Johnson on

    Sometimes a dark place leads us to a lighter one where we can meet people we were meant to meet. Gotta love that. But, sometimes the one we want to see us doesn’t take the time to notice. At least the writings good… on the wall… Have a great day.

  3. sandy on

    powerful provocative words

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