Saturday, March 10, 2007


Sometimes, her thoughts turned violent. Sometimes, she wanted to dig her nails into her discolored skin and drag her hands until the fat flesh underneath was revealed and the crimson tide ebbed from her body. Sometimes, she wanted to bend her stubby fingers backwards until it met her wrists and dangled limply.

Only sometimes, though.

1 comment:

Spazsim Chasm said...

wow. that's good. really.
have you read "she's come undone" -by Wally Lamb.. one of the best books i've read... has a lot of those moments...
This reminded me of that.