Something Felt

Clean bitter layers peel backwards as the smoke stained fingers fumble with a rain drenched match book unsuccessful in their attempt to catch some cancer a fire. It seems as though it's been raining for years upon my age of 18. Kissing the sun goodbye as the hour approaches dusk, the dank paint fumes loom in the air, seaping into the fresh summer sky as the rain slips into a rusted grate resting within the cold gray ground before me, this aqua bench is frosty on my flustered thighs. Only 50 minutes left and I lose track of the seconds with each breath, it's the perfect weather if you forget about the rain. A dim light flickers overhead almost as though the night was filled with lightening. It feels like truth, I can hear the thundering traffic off in the soon approaching darkness.

Reviews

[lexingtonvlair]

this is a great line
Clean bitter layers peel backwards as the smoke stained fingers fumble with a rain drenched match book unsuccessful in their attempt to catch some cancer a fire

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Good writing, thank you for sharing, debileah