indentations on skin. the bed as it creaks and sinks. real or imagined? what soothing exists for a bottomless need? snakes in the water. hallucinogens suspended inside bottles. the blood in my mouth, they all remind me of you. an absence making itself known.
white on white canvas. no matter how many layers they're all the same. depth. textures. over and over. i can't see you but i can still feel you. i miss you. do you miss me too?
there is no harm done she supposes, to pay attention to spectators with much more observant characteristics. regardless of who it's from, the information can indeed be used. she lets out a cool exhale.
"im not really the type to pay attention to who's next," she says.
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clicking her teeth. "they're all the same. i just have to hit hard. and not get hit in return." eve strings her gloves together and places them around her neck like a doctor would with a stethoscope.
"and to stay upright when i do." a jab. doesn't take kindly with criticism.
demons prowl out and about. where are you, my angel? your cheshire cat smile. i keep looking for you at the bottom of this bottle. delusions. feeling you hold me still among these shadows.
she's not one to pay heed to heckles, and yet this one causes her head to turn, a halt in her tracks. he possessed a voice that could cut through the noise.
"i don't usually entertain backseat fighting, mister." a split lip, she spits to the side the blood that collected.
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she's catching her breath.
"but i'll keep that in mind." eve starts to unroll her hand wraps, turning heel to walk away. "watch the next one maybe. pointers made."
something about him carried an air of danger. the cologne and the traces of incense. the way he spoke and stood.
