Receipt

Since i'm in a "post everything now" mood. Here's another one... Last one for today. promise

Receipt, piece of paper folded between his two fingers mimicking the cigarette in his other hand. Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Smoke rings circling his mouth like vultures eating away at the scraps of his life. The receipt. Black ink on white page, what page ink stained fingers search for a plot. Turn, turn, around again. Like a lost ballerina on the edge of a knife. Tip toe to the edge, she jumps, slumps over the blunt edge. Dead. Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, and turn again away from yellowed teeth and burned tongue of lies and smoke and dragons breath of fire. burn the receipt, but the white page keep letters and numbers and close. but never re-open.

09/01/2013