Cyanide Angel

Lost in the opus of shadow, the steps run in jagged rhythm, my lungs expelling the breath as molten agony runs like greasy sludge through my veins. Within the prison of flesh and bone the problems grow in thick chitinous plates as answers hammer away yet no avail to the mystery which are two X chromosomes. The Y stands alone, both mystified and horrified as my heartbeat sound of like drums summoning the soldiers of my competence. Yet to no avail as her mesmerizing movement beleagers me, deaf, mute and immobile in one fatal stroke which is love. Painfully sweet destiny where for art thou?

thanks for the notes:) he knows how much it bothers me that he moved away, but he had to. he can’t afford to live on his own right now so he lives with his parents. it is killing our relationship though.

i like your writing

“Something in the way she moves…attracts me like no other lover.” Somehow, I seem to be reminded of that song from these words.