No forgiveness for the flight
Her eyebrows were painted on. She was beaten to a bloody pulp. She came to sit with me. I got up, I could see eyes swollen nearly shut behind shitty aviator sunglasses. Her eyes burn holes in my back as I walk away. I take a sip of whiskey, wedged in the corner of my room, the liquid turns to gnats in my mouth, squirming between my teeth an my gums, pouring from my lips. I scrape them out frantically with my hands, and search for a glass of water. I take a deep drink but the water turns to earwigs. Scraping and clawing through my mouth. They pour from my lips pitilessly. Their abdomens burst between my teeth and onto my tongue.