| Challenge #178: Wrinkle |
[Oct. 19th, 2010|01:18 am] |
Title: Testament
And the Condom Goes To: Orange Lights
You sit on the edge of the bed, cigarette slowly burning closer to your fingers; wrinkled and soiled sheets a bittersweet testament to a night filled with a passion and love you’d never expected to know.
Yet, as recent events had proven, sometimes the more you tried to control life, the more life enjoyed giving you a swift kick in the ass to make sure you were fucking paying attention.
You had held him tightly in your arms, tears and sweat mingling, creating a bond as surely as the rings that lay nestled together until he returned to you forever. |
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| Challenge #178: Wrinkle |
[Oct. 19th, 2010|12:59 pm] |
Title: Aftermath
And the Condom Goes To: Orange lights
My brow wrinkles as I hear the whispers start. Pittsburgh’s gay grapevine is all agog with their first sighting of Brian Kinney post-twinkiegate, no doubt disappointed that I chose to eat a turkey sandwich for lunch instead of the humble pie they would have preferred.
Fucking pathetic faggots.
As if I’d ever entertain the notion of giving them the slightest glimpse of any part of me that had been laid bare and broken open by Justin’s choice.
I step out into the cold, shivering in the biting wind.
I raise the collar on my leather jacket, and miss the sunshine. |
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