Vanishing act.
Leave it be.
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Distraction is the whore.
I woke up in the night with a heavy gasp and skin coated in sweat. The cat that was in my arms had padded off somewhere to enjoy its night better. The sky was orange, no comfort.
The Virgin Mary's flashing lights lulled me back to sleep.
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