Pallid
you are the silence in between
She only says it when she's drunk.
Or high.
Maybe both.
Sometimes she'll say it during.
Celeste stumbles in, throwing her jacket on the floor, legs in fishnets, hips cradled in snug black shorts that have a sheer tank top like blouse tucked into them. She looks tired and her eyes are blood shot and her skin is dull and pasty, like she's ill.
She kicks off her books, tossing them in different corners. In the morning, she'll yell about not being able to find them. She falls on me--never next to me or on the other side on the bed, no always on me--and sighs. She looks at me and kisses me hard, mumbling it over and over and over on her breath.
She smells like vodka.
"I love you, I love you, god, I love you so much."
She deny all of this in the morning.
Or high.
Maybe both.
Sometimes she'll say it during.
Celeste stumbles in, throwing her jacket on the floor, legs in fishnets, hips cradled in snug black shorts that have a sheer tank top like blouse tucked into them. She looks tired and her eyes are blood shot and her skin is dull and pasty, like she's ill.
She kicks off her books, tossing them in different corners. In the morning, she'll yell about not being able to find them. She falls on me--never next to me or on the other side on the bed, no always on me--and sighs. She looks at me and kisses me hard, mumbling it over and over and over on her breath.
She smells like vodka.
"I love you, I love you, god, I love you so much."
She deny all of this in the morning.
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