“They’d look better if you switched them,” my friend advised me.
“Good call,” I replied before taking off each flamboyantly decorated sock and placing them back on the opposite feet. I don’t know what it was, but something about wearing funky socks really brightened my day.
It should have been him. I understand that’s a stupid thing to say, but it’s not wrong. It should’ve – we both know that, and still – still – you hide from the fact. It should’ve been him. Yeah, the universe put her in his place, probably mostly because the universe likes to screw with people’s heads, but remember last Sunday? Remember his eyes and – and the Christmas tree, and – and the blue light at the window and how your dog – and his stupid eyes, remember that? How they looked at each other, then, in the half-light of evening falling into night?
The girls were easily confused; both had the same tone of honey blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin. That was the excuse. The reason was tiredness and carelessness on the part of the hospital staff.
Jasmine walked stiffly behind her new ex-husband into the dining room. His casual invitation to dinner was suspicious but there was candle light and jazz playing. She stared at the back of his head, wishing she had the gift of X-ray vision. He took her coat, and offered her a glass a wine. As soon as he left to check on dinner, she made sure to switch her goblet for his.
in a blink of an eye he just switched , no longer the john fell in love wih, no longer my best friend . he had a look in his eye like he was fighting a part of himself , i knew in that moment that angry john was coming out and this room was definitely too small to control the explosion coming
“They’d look better if you switched them,” my friend advised me.
“Good call,” I replied before taking off each flamboyantly decorated sock and placing them back on the opposite feet. I don’t know what it was, but something about wearing funky socks really brightened my day.
the wall turned around into a black mist,
switched, went my perception of reality,
the hazy stars hung wistfully above us,
our lips clung together, like to no other, we fainted into–
a lost heart,
one, unified, lost heart!
Shall we proceed!
It should have been him. I understand that’s a stupid thing to say, but it’s not wrong. It should’ve – we both know that, and still – still – you hide from the fact. It should’ve been him. Yeah, the universe put her in his place, probably mostly because the universe likes to screw with people’s heads, but remember last Sunday? Remember his eyes and – and the Christmas tree, and – and the blue light at the window and how your dog – and his stupid eyes, remember that? How they looked at each other, then, in the half-light of evening falling into night?
I wonder what it would be like to have been switched at birth. I can’t imagine living with anyone but my parents and my family.
The girls were easily confused; both had the same tone of honey blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin. That was the excuse. The reason was tiredness and carelessness on the part of the hospital staff.
Jasmine walked stiffly behind her new ex-husband into the dining room. His casual invitation to dinner was suspicious but there was candle light and jazz playing. She stared at the back of his head, wishing she had the gift of X-ray vision. He took her coat, and offered her a glass a wine. As soon as he left to check on dinner, she made sure to switch her goblet for his.
in a blink of an eye he just switched , no longer the john fell in love wih, no longer my best friend . he had a look in his eye like he was fighting a part of himself , i knew in that moment that angry john was coming out and this room was definitely too small to control the explosion coming
Keys were on the wood counter near the mirror.
You were lost. Lost in mirror.
one hundred yourselfs reach you grazing your skin inch by inch.