Musings on the Nature of Friendship and Other Sadnesses Perhaps you wonder that I don't seek you out but we were never equal in this. I was the needier and by that I mean you meant more to me. Because you know this I cannot call you and emabarrass us both: I will not do that - but when I look in the mirror, my lips appear to be moving in prayer. Now's a sad time as I release you though I never had you. There's a heaviness in the air - the smell of death - and these rooms of mine reek of it. Come in. Sit down. Let me give you my bood to drink, my flesh to consume. It's only fitting: you don;t need to think twice or disguise your appetite. Outside it grows cold and the sunlight I shun appears thin and sickly, malnutritioned. Never have I felt more kinship with it. It should forget to come out, too hiding itself behind whatever clouds are at hand so we don;t have to feel sorry for it, express our concern. There's a cat winding around my feet and another's perched on the windowsill (there behind the blinds)... You can hardly see her. She's watching for winter or for you to leave again like you always do.
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Female Only #6
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