SelfPub: Running

Quietly begins to speak. About it. About first love. Of the beautiful words. About walks under the night sky. And more rolls on her hysteria. Words are ragged shreds flying at me. Promises. Kisses. The curves of the body. Love.
And it seems all so real, but no. This is followed by the words of pain, disappointment, betrayal.
Left. Left. Lives on. Hugging her in the morning. Tells her words of love. Dedicates her night paddock of the moon.
A scream escapes from her throat, she bares rugged suffering the wrist.
Asked to smoke.
Sigh.
Walking on the pavement. Endless rings on the water.