back by Angela Thomas it's so familiar, like a lover's hands inside your skirt after years away. it's like it never left. i should have known this old friend would be back eventually. and the feeling settles in, something like a churning gut a few hours after bad sushi, unavoidable, persistent, and sure as hell not going away, when i realize what it is. the glass against my lips, the fork against my tongue, the paper burning, smoke curling, none of it makes it go away. it sits there stagnant - an odor lingering. i'm not really mad at all. i expect this somehow. this is natural. this is what always seems to happen to me. it's disappointment again. 09/08/2009 Posted on 09/09/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)