Another Kiss

The cops are at the front door  because sometimes, love is violent  and lingers on much longer  than it should.     The broken glass will stay on the floor  because I´m stuck to the chair  with three empty wine bottles  and the yelling from the bedroom  is getting desperate.     I,  drooped over  the sticky table  in a spinning room  wait for her  with a lucid smile  frozen on my shoulder  like footprints embedded in cement  in a park with a billion lights  behind the crumbling mountain  of an autumn coast     while     the knocking at the door  becomes  louder     louder     lou-

Reviews

[Wakeofahero]

Nicely done mathew this is interesting.

[Whimsy]

Oh my, I am not very fond of how you began this but you definitely swept me away overall. The ending isn't as strong as it could be either, however I like your descriptions. Good work, Matthew.