Τρίτη 27 Ιανουαρίου 2015

Oblivion

The view was as always, boring. Houses and a road that was never busy. She exhaled, the cigarette smoke leaving her lungs. The bottle of gin was almost empty and she felt cold, she knew she wouldn't jump she was too afraid to do so but it felt nice to be on the edge; knowing that a wrong move would send her falling to oblivion. So she stayed there, breathing in and breathing out hoping that the smoke would get her dizzy enough to fall.
-Am I poetic enough yet?

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