Brandon 2
KitaPurple
January 7th 2007 09:13
Write the middle of something - no beginning or end.
And then the music changes.
I grabbed her neck and I was squeezing her, hurting and infecting her with my hate. I crushed it tight, wanting to break her, wanting to kill, like a vicious desire from the deepest part of my darkness. And I watched her face grow red-purple, and her mouth dripped and choked. And I threw her on the ground.
But she was alive then! Hurt, wretched and weak but alive. And as she pulled herself to her knees I left her, went away and went back into the club, back into the club, hoping the stars would wipe off my face…
And then the music changes.
I grabbed her neck and I was squeezing her, hurting and infecting her with my hate. I crushed it tight, wanting to break her, wanting to kill, like a vicious desire from the deepest part of my darkness. And I watched her face grow red-purple, and her mouth dripped and choked. And I threw her on the ground.
But she was alive then! Hurt, wretched and weak but alive. And as she pulled herself to her knees I left her, went away and went back into the club, back into the club, hoping the stars would wipe off my face…
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