Sunday, 3 February 2013

The Plate

Do I have depression?

Am I wrong?

Am I self obsessed?

I spit out blood in the provided basin, feeling a bit ill and blue, just to head out soon enough and hold a hand for one last time.

Alison asks me something and I just nod.

She moves her hands up, it’s not a prayer but a slap.

I hadn’t cheated.

Neither had she.

It’s a mere slip on the ice when it’s summer and we part.


I hope you enjoyed it and thank you:3 Feel free to request if you wish a further chapter of this Max Bemis story:D

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