Something Special.
I stumbled up the stairs, hard and concrete and smashed glass to the side
Ran my fingers through his hair, like I did to a boy I used to love
Stench of alcohol and vomit on our lips
Sheets unwashed and and beds unmade, it isn't even cheap love. It's completely free.
My head is empty and light as my eyes undress him
There is nothingness seeping in all around
as he grabs me round the waist and pulls me close
and pulls the clock out of the wall by the plug.
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