Status: it's up to you
Mr Wolf
I can’t wait this long for a rush
You became one with the crowd, just another contour on the television illuminated wall yet you still felt lonely. Your fingers crept into your pockets searching for a crumpled pack of nicotine sticks but it was empty.
Your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you stumbled outside, your long legs tripping over discarded shoes and furniture. There on the porch stood the gawky boy, his breath tumbling out of bitter mouth like cigarette smoke and without thinking you kissed him, inhaling your next fix.
He was cold, boney and awkward and you smiled, when his teeth hit yours, because you were stealing his lips first.
Your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you stumbled outside, your long legs tripping over discarded shoes and furniture. There on the porch stood the gawky boy, his breath tumbling out of bitter mouth like cigarette smoke and without thinking you kissed him, inhaling your next fix.
He was cold, boney and awkward and you smiled, when his teeth hit yours, because you were stealing his lips first.