i sat in the studio
on a new leather couch
bunched with a few other girls
who came roaming about.
the leather was cool against
my skin but i found it odd
how it was the only
piece of furniture that didn’t
fit.
Everything was old and
rusted, the other couch
and chair with
holes and burnt marks;
however,
this was the couch of the
start of something new.
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
