My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Bouquet of flowers placed on my work bench satin ribbon tied in a bowsterling silver and gems set neatly to the sidea message a thank you note...you were terrific last night a heart with an arrow drawn throughoffenders artistic camouflage pinned to the sleeve of my jean jacket never forget - insidious memory he walks …
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
