A look into the Viral Agent
Look, But Do Not Touch.
Who knows what you might catch...
or what might catch you!
You
Their words dripped from the sky, at first a pale mist of deceit, something bearable, however annoying. Soon the drops turned into rain slowly soaking into my clothes and through my thick skin. Then the words turned into hail, hurling down, beating my body knives of ice and malice cutting my cheeks. I was buried beneath their civilized vernacularisms.
a smile a word and a hope for spring
Viral Agent · Sun Mar 16, 2008 @ 04:05am · 0 Comments