Nothing's real.
By Irb
she sustained the beating of the last ill-fated meeting and she wakes up on the floor and checks to see if she's still breathing and- she wipes idly at her eye and has she... has she been crying? no, 'cause something smells like copper and no, thank god, she's only bleeding- she rolls over on her side since she knows she's still alive and embraces air where he was there before- and it's just way too late to fix back then and way too soon to start again and she's just way too tired for sleeping anymore- so she reaches out beyond herself to see if she can feel but she cannot touch what doesn't exist there's nothing left that's real.:| I was in a weird mood, 'kay? Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 08:54 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"she sustained the beating ..."