Boredom

boredom.

The longing gets intense, as new portraits hang around smiling, looking all sexy and seductive.

Try to lure…

But into what?

The curtains are closed from the morning light as the clock hits the magical glittery four, as questions mumble out of the mouth, as blood from the open wounds, bones breaking through the flesh, eyes closed, breathing ceased,

                                                  love.


Circle