[ her own amusement is equally spiteful,
challenging in its decaying glory. ]
Of course, the secret illustrious life
of Special Agent Will Graham.
How could I have forgotten.
( he stares at her, silent. the
twitch of his frown is
animalistic between his
brows; a scavenger bird’s
uneasy wings; the flicker
of a pig’s black eyes.
carnal confusion, sensing
If you want to say something –– say it.
Don’t lie to me. I can handle it if you …
don’t tell me things, but don’t. Lie.
( his amusement is parched; dried
out and spiteful. )
All of my energy drains out of me
like poison –– as thick as oil at the
end of every day. I don’t have the
–– zest to sustain a lie for you.
[ her mouth twitches; it’s almost
a smile. ]
You don’t seem to respond to much else.
… depends on your definition of trouble.
Can it be defined by the fact I would rather avoid it?
—— Graham. We need to talk.
–– Am I in trouble?
don’t save me haim
take me back
to the way i
Where did you get those big eyes?
And where did you get those lips?
And the loneliness?
And that broken heart?
And the absence, where did you get that?
– Inheritance, Warsan Shire
Nicolas Sobrero - Mother and Child (2013)
Her closes approximation of a smile; pearly whites before you wash off the sand and all those dark and grimy things from the bottom of the sea.
”You. Try to hide?”
“It’s strange how often try is the most important distinction.”