IVA Chapter by TkessShe screamed something or sang something; agony or a dream. Flesh colored keys dancing beneath the light of the moon. A cigarette dangling from the corner of her closed mouth. A nightshirt hanging on for dear life, draped across one shoulder. The peculiar warmth of October like a wall between us. © 2012 Tkess |
StatsAuthorTkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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