freedom

It was on the tip of her toungue for two and a half years. The words reverberated throughout the quiet, tree lined neighborhood. Adrenalin surged as she slammed the door in the nick of time and jolted the gas pedel, watching him running behind in the rear view mirror. "Go fuck yourself, you loser!"

crackhead

hair

the woman stood naked in the rain on the cobble-stone road. as the wet umbrellas looked on in the small paris diner, she caressed her body with her hands. then just then- the noise couldn't stop and was too loud. too loud to hear the soothing and firm vibes of her body. she stood.

shampooty

blue jean lady

She sat, smoking, in her little corner of the coffee shoppe, staring at the old worn photo album as though she'd never see it again. It was time to say goodbye again, but she'd been down this road before. She closed the book and walked away, leaving it worn and tattered on the table.

Entropye