October 2009
2 posts
I See London
I’m locking all the doors. I’m busting up the mirrors. Reflection is a dirty thing. It seems that’s all too obvious. I didn’t dim the lights enough. They see me against the wall. I’m making silhouettes, and it’s all my fucking fault. I would prefer a breeze, but I’ll settle for this drink in front of me. The humid night just sticks to my skin. ...
