cross my heart, I thread thy wounds-
Portal shuts. The Fall.
The spider advanced menacingly, jeered, and cocooned shut a hapless ant for dinner. The silky web glistened strangely in the fluorescent light. A nearby ant-colony despaired.
She giggled. Cuteness.
She pulled her lighter out, lit a Navy Cut and moved the flame. Web, Spider, Dinner all transmogrified into a brilliant fireball.
She giggled again.
Angelic smile, tears
Red rose, fears, so many years-
Hot days of Sehnsucht.
Cafe Frappe served with a straw. Too many a fake smile, meaningless dance and worthless prophecy. Blue skies, white clouds. Monday bloody monday.
He gazed at the short straw. If he didn't think it short, he would be denying fact. If he thought it short, he opposed reality. What then, did he tell the waiter?
Frozen, a raven.
Kissed south, found northern heaven-