Part of the bleeding pages were ripped oh it felt like a first twisting into my chest
We made pact
It could be a scene in a movie
Or some facial expression of a stranger that draws out the fragile within us, but me and her we made a pact.
We weren’t going to be old of age and bitter… We weren’t going to let them win. The robbers
The darker my eyeliner the red in her lip,
Would mean it was that kind of a day… Something or someone had come through the cracks and thus exposed the fragile One within us.
a wish to distract you from seeing the fragile within us. So be hang up on the darkness of my eyeliner and the red in her lip.
She would get the ice cream and I the comedy…
We would laugh until we cried ourselves to sleep…
Part of the bleeding pages have burned off and we are ready to renew our pact.
” I promise I will fight bitterness fight hatred. This way we are The winners Despite
what is lost…”
From The archives – 008