let your brain chill

Monday, July 19, 2010

twenty fourth

her eyes slowly travel upwards, upwards to eventually meet mine,
my eyes looking at a stray lock of hair, her hand moves to lock it behind an ear
the fan on the ceiling spins, humming a quiet story
huuh- my breath stops for a moment, a moment of quick pain
it flashes quickly, a white-hot twinge
fuuh... my breathing starts again, again my muscles relax
relaxing, my hands against my head.

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