Spilled Merlot on my white, lace Easter dress. Red lips stained on grandmothers antique tea set. Green tomatoes ripened too quickly to fry. Drops of blood landed on my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Rose petals fell off their bushes too early in the spring.
I don’t really know what I want to do with this yet but I really like it so please enjoy. Fuck. Awake again, I think to myself as the thunder claps into my ears. It’s 8:00 am but it’s so dark it could be 3:00 am. 3:00 am. That’s my favorite time; to bask inContinue reading “Time is a Construct by Elle Vue”