Just words

rapid flutter of his thoughts..


stuck on her like a

triggered booger

stuck in the periphery of cold nostrils

stumbling on red finger nails


woohooo..moisture in tear


she with her mausoleum eyes

and squashed-pumpkin lips

her chocolate-chip chin melting

on her vanilla-like nordic neck

throwing papercut words

wrapped in pious underpants


he with his gargantuan eye-bags

and his stopped short of helping words

gloomily following the trails of his disturbing verbiage

distracting intricate signages of deprived doodles


and that was that

bridge is empty now.



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