We Should Be LoversSomething deep inside my core squirmed, writhed, and in an insane sense, reached out when he looked straight at me. However, it wasn't his deeply perplexed eyes, hollow, an endless hallway if not for the pupils, which caused me to feel so distraught...We Should Be Lovers5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It was his words, that had a much more striking effect to me; the bright beams of the sun reflecting on the windows of tiny cottages as you drove by. The sinister, gory and grotesque grin of a monster that quickly emerges on the screen of a horror film, hoping to scare you and often times leaving you with a reverberation of childish shock.
It was that type of effect, a splash of cold water to a groggy face, that had made me squirm somewhere deep inside. Perhaps in my bones or maybe swinging from nerve to nerve. It could have been sitting and pushing at the walls of my rather hollow heart, or maybe even lower, even deeper - a part of my subconscious that not even I understood was real.
Nevertheless, it was there, lurking - jumping from hi