8 posts tagged “disjointed thoughts”
I wish someone had told me, she thought, lighting her second cigarette ever, that this boy is poison, and once he touches you, you're marked forever - scalded and burnt and bruised.
And then he smiled at her, and she despaired that even had she known, she would have let him bruise her anyway.
Maybe someday, she thought, licking the ice cream off her fingers, someday I shall tell him what he did in a past life to "deserve" this. Though I'm not sure he'll like it better than what he's already thought of.
A "strut" of hookers.
An "embarrassment" of basses.*
A "consumption" of Gothic heroines.
*I don't know why this fits so well, but it does.
Perhaps the reason I feel at home here, Persephone mused, is not that he has created a space for the Light, but that I belong to the Dark, and this is my home more than the flowers could ever be.
In the autumn, there is the inevitable Darkening of Persephone.
Those eyes were sea-glass and stained glass, holy and profane, the eyes of a siren and of a saint.
I'm wasting so many eyelashes now that I don't have anything to wish for.
A thousand little coincidences that line up to one conclusion.
