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I wretched at the smellI wretched at the smell of the food arriving. I felt your cold hand on my bare flesh under the oversized fleece jacket; I was shivering. I noticed how the corners on the safety guide cards were bent, and how the table on the back of the seat in front of me didn’t close properly. Cold droplets of sweat sit defying gravity on my forehead, the vessel moves suddenly and they rolled down my nose. You mopped my brow with your sleeve and kissed my gently on the temple. Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to formally apologise about the recurrence of heavy turbulence. I assure you we are perfectly safe and are preparing to land within the next hI wretched at the smell
by ~Nellofriendelie
The room was a living roomThe room was a living room, kitchen and bedroom all in one. The ivories tinkled, Chopin… my second love. When we went to see my mother you would have to shave; your beard was always my second favourite feature you sported. She didn’t much like your look. You could never speak the language; the neighbours thought you were rude. I guess you tried, but your accent was awful. Malheuresement.The room was a living room
“Will you choose a movie?” I asked. I dominated our choice of viewing, as it was rare to watch television at all it was even rarer for me to offer you this responsibility. We watched the dancing images on the screen; I couldn&
by ~Nellofriendelie
Father said I couldn't spellMy father said I couldn't spell and you told me letters were pictures for people without creative instincts. This was half an hour before I found a empty milk carton lingering in the back of the fridge. It's smelt vile. I don't like the backing vocals in your favourite song, the harmony is off. You closed your eyes, there were only two occasions in which you conciously closed your eyes to demonstrate a deep perpetual pleasure and we weren't in the bedroom now. I scratched my nose because I knew you weren't looking. I thought about leaving the room, as the bridge met it's chorus I could easily slip out the back door. You always go into a trancFather said I couldn't spell
by ~Nellofriendelie
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I may finally put something on deviant art this weekend
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'Will you catch me when my wings crumple?
Or watch and laugh as I stutter and stumble?
Will you hold me as the storm rages round us both?
Or find shelter for yourself and send me a rope'
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