She nervously stacks the ice as if someone is watching closely. . . no one watches. . . no one ever seems to notice the awkwardness of her pondering gaze. But she wishes he would see, at least once, while she acts gracefully upon the other slaves at work.
It takes time to wonder if you are noticed, that you may often get lost far from where you are destine to be. She has spent far too long wondering if she has been noticed by the man she loves that she has forgotten to notice herself.
In the Headline
- Spirit of the Apocalypse
- Is temptation as wary as we believe it to be? or are we just weak? A constant reminder of the left over glitter and blue eyemake up. I walk down the unlit streets at midnight, numb to paranoia, in heels and my skinny's. I get home and lie on my cold bed to dream of monsters and heaven in a unison style. I'm like a peppermint eaten away with nicotine stains in my eyes. Clean up your mess. . . its getting out of control
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