Saturday, 24 April 2010

As we all do.

we were the death-holding, hand-squeezing never-let-go's.
The distance made palpable by the earthquake kisses, the horror of departure bringing us further into each others arms which clasped the skin as tight as steel.
I tasted chaos, uncertainty and old age spent remembering regrets in woven chairs, I was scared.
I think you felt it to.

We lingered on the edge of the abyss for what seemed like days and swore in tears our suicide pact would be completed, with the nausea running from every pore in anticipation of the horrid deed.
I held your hand and we jumped

I woke up alone