heartbubbles

Their movements lazy Their eyes glazed over They drift along Burying themselves in indulgence Selfish acts For a bit of fun They gorge themselves on Intoxication

February 4, 2010 5:43 pm He holds her close and cries because she was five and punching him in the nose for making fun of her black eye. She was seven and pulling him through her back door, away from the shouts of the man who she was supposed to call dad, all the way down to the creek. They stay out for three hours until the sun sets and the fireflies come out. She was ten and sitting on his porch in the rain and refusing to come in until she falls asleep and he carries her inside. She was thirteen and stripping off her clothes, then diving in the creek, daring him to follow. And he does, catching her arm, brushing the side of her breast on