genuineruckus
he was lofty. he was ever hovering just over everyone else's social status. he was always a short incline away from everyone else's standing on the cast pyramid.
he leased a house with a tattered run behind it's front door. the windows were dirty, opaque, and it made him laugh. what use is glass you can't see through?
she can't quite remember the names of the stars. she read them in a book once, how each one had a name, and she memorized every single one, the bright lamp on her bedside table on long past lights-out.
so, our problem was that we weren't matching, not like all those other couples, not like those pairs with their bodies like puzzle pieces and their eyes that understood. we were just two people, forced together without a second thought. see, that just doesn't work.
my spine is merely a protrusion. when i hug, all i can think is, my back, my back, my back. i am spine and only spine, i can't tell. do you know my back is only spine? all spine spine spine.