"why are
you awake
on the street
at this time?"
she counters, trying
to sound tough. Her
voice wavers but he doesn't seem to notice, distractedly flicking ash
onto the sidewalk beside him.
"smoke break."
he gestures up to the
building behind them.
"i live in there."
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
