August 23, 2010

  •      "Would you fuck her, if you got her back?" he asked with a lucid smile so wide it made him look clownish, haunting in its plastered emotion.
         He glanced up forlornly, listless in his drawn out movements. "No," he murmured, gazing blankly onto the other's eyes. "I'd hug her, kiss her, hold her midsection just to feel the radiating warmth. I want to nuzzle her neck, whisper sweet-nothings around her ear, play with her hair, listen to her heart through her back. I'd make her laugh, engage in debate, listen for hours to her life. I wish I'd- I wish..."
        At the very least the mirror felt cool against his raging headache.