I'm craving raspberries Ripe fruit Full of thick, sweet juice Leaving crimson dripping from my chin I want to tease velvet skin with whispered fingers Languid. Lazy. Slow. Lingering on every treat Till my mouth is bursting with the sweet, summery taste Of raspberries
If this is my ego I want it to break To see past myself, I need it to break If this is the world I want it to break To build something new we need it to break If this is what life is I want it to break We're not made for this, to live it must break If this is sustaining us I want it to break It poisons itself, we must make it break
The introduction to a short story I've been playing with
9:37 am, November 16 Lydia woke up on the bathroom floor with the sinking suspicion that her nose was broken. Wiping the blood from her face she realized that she didn't care, and that the Prozac must not have worn off yet.