Kristen and I have been feeding off each other, so for the second week in a row, thank you.
Trapped (a drabble)
She sat next to me in the empty room.
Waiting for the next bus out of town. How the hell had she found me?
She’s got pretty persuasion, so the world believes. My tongue knows only a taste: bitter.
I didn’t fight the illusion but later she followed me. I would see her outside my house and in the driveway when I left work.
She inhaled my essence until I couldn’t even recognize myself. People asked me where I had been when I stood before them the entire time.
Serious Case of Affection.
She’s not going to let me go.
Blogophilia Week 16.6 – A Serious Case of Affection
(Hard, 2 pts): Incorporate a lyric from REM
(Easy, 1 pt): Feature a bitter taste