Freerunner on the loose,
All
black and blue and bruise.
Roam
wild in the city.
Mad
perhaps, mad but free.
She turns towards me while opening the door — The two cavities under her collarbones, dark under the scorching lightbulb — — Her shirt...
:)
ReplyDeletewe're all mad here
ReplyDeleteJ'aime toujours autant tes textes courts, efficaces.
ReplyDeletePourtant j'étais pressé...(je sais, elle est nulle...je suis à côté de mes pompes...(encore plus nulle ?))
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha ! J'adore :)
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