5 injections.
Voices fill up our room.
Are you the one speaking?
Or is it me?
The voices talk of a warm home,
With a fireplace and soft rugs
With scented candles and beige walls
With you and I.
We look at each other.
We laugh
We smile together.
YOU ARE READING
10 Days (bxb)
Short Story(reading time: 5 mins) ❝ The chemicals consumed me. And then I fell in love with you, unexpectedly ❞ PPS: I wrote this when I was metaphorically high and drunk. Or maybe not so metaphorically after all.
