A thumping pain jolted her awake as her body came into contact with the hard, dusty wood; the door banged against her legs, creating a loud creak as its hinges banged. As her vision began to swim back into focus, she saw the tall figure kick the door open again before roughly pushing her inside all the way. Flashes of memory came back with each bolt of pain in her body. Running fear mask breathless pain.

Just a few words pasted on to the crude ether that is social media. So, I kinda like train station. I like how people stand round awkwardly, and the weeds that grow on the tracks, I like the trashy architecture, and I like the platforms. Gently alighted, one by one,. To be suspended, sparingly,. Heavy footed, creatures,.

Floaty as honey, sharp as a prick! October 11, 2012. The girl may not be able to tell between chewing gum and tongue. The start of a real good song. When you lay me on the stones. Skim your hands all the way up and right the way down. Feeling the curves of my ice-cold bones. One touch is enough to send shivers. Down by the crazy river. Wear the polka dot dress pretty doll. Tell me tales of love and lore. Of kittens wearing ponchos please.

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