For the first time today, I did not go directly out and have a cigarette after seeing the evidence of your indiscretion uncover itself, strewn so completely out in front of me like a particularly gruesome triple-homicide.
I waited three hours. Then I sucked two down in a row.
Shaking in the numbing night air, I opened up my mouth and felt the wind rip it straight from my lungs. And for the first time, I could actually feel it killing me.
XOXO
Monday, March 8, 2010
Short Words, Big Feelings.
Labels:
"I Miss You",
Bad Habits,
Creative Non-Fiction,
Emotions,
Ghosts,
Metaphor,
Release,
Sensory,
Simile,
What I Hate,
Writer's Vices
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