choking on dry iceA Chapter by Lyn Andersoninspired by Ance's Pretty Little Hate Machine
Standing in line
in the cold -- under dressed for the weather over dressed for the night -- ushered in the music pounds everyone is looking for the one they might take home -- bodies bump and grind on the sticky floor. I spend my time looking oh so cool with a cigarette in hand trying to stand on torturous spikes, pulling my skirt down, hoping to find you, choking on dry ice. © 2016 Lyn Anderson |
StatsAuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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