Late At Night

Late at night the words flow easier, dripping from my fingers onto the keys.
I am a free to wonder the dark streets and fly the dark skies of a thousands worlds, seen through a thousands eyes.
Tonight she lies on the cold kitchen floor her heart slowing to match the drip drip of the leaky tap.
He runs faster, harder his heart beats in time to the sound of his bare feet hitting the still warm street.
The sheets lie twisted at the end of the bed, legs dangle from one edge or another, her heart slows to match his as they slowly fall asleep.
So I keep tapping tapping on my laptop keys my heart beat rising and falling as those words spin across my screen.
wiccaheart wiccaheart
18-21
Dec 11, 2012