Thursday, November 25, 2010

the concrete below her feet was crumbling. nothing felt right. the air was heavy, the moon hung low. the building's outside lights were on, all the windows were dark.
the snow fell soft, glittery. she reduced herself into someone smaller. closing her eyes, she sat on his pillow. carefully, wiping his bed-tangled hair from his face. "if i could make you right again…". tiny kisses on his cheekbone. one last glance.

it was time to spin around in the snow again.

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