Liz had puddles of blood between the legs and she wasn’t expecting that. She had just spent the last two days sleeping in her brother’s room, which was cluttered with nothing but football books and strange clothing, that smelled of a peppermint cologne. It reminded her vaguely of the scent one of her past lovers had emitted, but denied. He once claimed trying to prevent any sort of aromatic discharge, but the sour odor that was transmitted, was something of a soft perfume that left her discouraged. It was there and it fucking killed.  Standing in her parent’s bathroom at two in the morning, she rumpled a soft pillow of toilet paper, and straddled it in between pink flaps of skin, while making sure each limb applied an equal measure of pressure, so that nothing might slip and create an ugly explosion. Her mother laughed when she saw her claw nakedly through the kitchen, rummaging for toiletries that she knew would inevitably be stashed in the pantry. After finding what it is she needed, she then spent the next thirty minutes trying to masturbate in the closet, so that people might not hear the soft giggles that dangled out, when she couldn’t take herself seriously. Likewise, moaning was just a music, and she was able to keep that limited. She explained her animal inclinations to her mother in great detail and inquired over the way fingernails viciously entered the caved mountain of misfortune. Her mother wasn’t in shock, but just nodded off the question and told her that she really must “control” herself better. She was on her way to the city to see the vulture that had her entranced. He had said something once about embracing those dark corners of herself, and she saw an atmospheric amount of failure in that. In the pain of knowing everything wouldn’t work out though, she also identified the darling fruit of a sincere friendship that promised the transformation of the soul. With his words, she learned more than she had ever hoped to. There was a lesson in the way his insecurities dribbled out, and his silence was one of the best lectures. On the way to the airport, rain came down hurriedly. Her mother was driving through the obscurities and had fear pouring out the mouth. To intensify things more, her car tanked out, and refused to run smoothly as was typical. Harsh noises quite similar to that of a large horse grunting, seemed to channel well the devilish theme that had started painting the morning just wicked. Liz was too preoccupied with the end-destination, to bother with crying or work through the chaos. Instead she just laughed and told her mum to re-route to her grandmother’s, due to closeness of proximity. Five minutes later, she was sitting in a second vehicle, with the two generation of ladies that came before her, and the storm was something just as dirty and sincere. Grabbing for her phone, she called the vulture and waited for him to answer. When there was a received amount of static and heavy breathing that croaked out a subtle “Hello”, she kicked out a surly laugh and whispered, “I don’t think the universe wants me to come see you.” This melted with the next sentence, “But I’m coming pretty boy, I’m coming and I love you.” What was strange, is that nothing was understood by this, and the returned affection was something un-absolute and confusing. A dispersal of emotion and words, faded back into paranoia, and she hung up the phone, only to see the storm disappear. The lady at the front desk checking her bag for her flight at the airport, was friendly and asked questions regarding the trip she was about to take. In fact, there was a look of worry on her face, when she saw the intended arrival city. “Be careful out there”, she suggested with a smile. Liz returned this joyousness and knew even then, that it was just a grand foreshadowing. Click for high-res image

Liz had puddles of blood between the legs and she wasn’t expecting that. She had just spent the last two days sleeping in her brother’s room, which was cluttered with nothing but football books and strange clothing, that smelled of a peppermint cologne. It reminded her vaguely of the scent one of her past lovers had emitted, but denied. He once claimed trying to prevent any sort of aromatic discharge, but the sour odor that was transmitted, was something of a soft perfume that left her discouraged. It was there and it fucking killed. 

Standing in her parent’s bathroom at two in the morning, she rumpled a soft pillow of toilet paper, and straddled it in between pink flaps of skin, while making sure each limb applied an equal measure of pressure, so that nothing might slip and create an ugly explosion. Her mother laughed when she saw her claw nakedly through the kitchen, rummaging for toiletries that she knew would inevitably be stashed in the pantry. After finding what it is she needed, she then spent the next thirty minutes trying to masturbate in the closet, so that people might not hear the soft giggles that dangled out, when she couldn’t take herself seriously. Likewise, moaning was just a music, and she was able to keep that limited. She explained her animal inclinations to her mother in great detail and inquired over the way fingernails viciously entered the caved mountain of misfortune. Her mother wasn’t in shock, but just nodded off the question and told her that she really must “control” herself better.

She was on her way to the city to see the vulture that had her entranced. He had said something once about embracing those dark corners of herself, and she saw an atmospheric amount of failure in that. In the pain of knowing everything wouldn’t work out though, she also identified the darling fruit of a sincere friendship that promised the transformation of the soul. With his words, she learned more than she had ever hoped to. There was a lesson in the way his insecurities dribbled out, and his silence was one of the best lectures.

On the way to the airport, rain came down hurriedly. Her mother was driving through the obscurities and had fear pouring out the mouth. To intensify things more, her car tanked out, and refused to run smoothly as was typical. Harsh noises quite similar to that of a large horse grunting, seemed to channel well the devilish theme that had started painting the morning just wicked.

Liz was too preoccupied with the end-destination, to bother with crying or work through the chaos. Instead she just laughed and told her mum to re-route to her grandmother’s, due to closeness of proximity. Five minutes later, she was sitting in a second vehicle, with the two generation of ladies that came before her, and the storm was something just as dirty and sincere. Grabbing for her phone, she called the vulture and waited for him to answer.

When there was a received amount of static and heavy breathing that croaked out a subtle “Hello”, she kicked out a surly laugh and whispered, “I don’t think the universe wants me to come see you.” This melted with the next sentence, “But I’m coming pretty boy, I’m coming and I love you.” What was strange, is that nothing was understood by this, and the returned affection was something un-absolute and confusing. A dispersal of emotion and words, faded back into paranoia, and she hung up the phone, only to see the storm disappear.

The lady at the front desk checking her bag for her flight at the airport, was friendly and asked questions regarding the trip she was about to take. In fact, there was a look of worry on her face, when she saw the intended arrival city. “Be careful out there”, she suggested with a smile. Liz returned this joyousness and knew even then, that it was just a grand foreshadowing.

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