Spasms Comments

A slap of white flashes of colour, swirls of scarlet red, then the onslaught of darkness: blurred visions of hope, the rope roped tight round my neck.

I saw him yesterday. Smiling for all the world as though I am his world. ‘I think you’re a ten out of ten.’ The flavour of his words, so uniquely him floors me, and my eyes glow; a cat’s tongue wrapped in whipped cream.
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