Footsteps,
across the tiles,
hinges,
whining
sunlight slants
through and open
doorway
your silhouette
on the floor
the door slams
you are gone
from the floor
from the door
Better to
watch my feet,
than watch
you go...

mmm, so soothing and comforting. Crafty manipulation of words- simply beautiful!. Just like a wonder drug for my craving brain. This is the real stuff..more of it, bara.

...wes da rest?

sssss....stap isi...guy is still "brewing" them!

da dead!