His eyes sweep across the room. Her stomach churns, as she looks away- when they are seconds, just seconds away from meeting hers. And fuck. There is electricity in that almost-gaze. Time expands and does a back flip as she rushes past the hallway. The bell clangs against the rough, uncouth voices of everyone else.Continue reading “crazy, stupid ****.”
We gesture wildly/
In sync with our voices/
That ring with the electricity of a child’s-/
Loud, couth, yet so real.