Who: Aiai, Zoo & Neva
What: nothin' much. drinkin' milk. watchin' the game.
Where: Third floor.
When: evening.
Warning: Drug use. Crazies.
Headphones:
Crack Rock Steady by Choking Victim
Aiai had slipped off her shoes and was counting her toes, carefully and painfully slow. One...two...three...
She had taken a break from her half-finished letter on the wall.
sometimes flowers don't bloom
then fireworks burn behind eyes
to me that's nothing
The marker was running out of whatever they wrote with. Her poem was light and faded, like the walls were absorbing her words. She hoped so. Footsteps, though, interrupted her and she glanced up, surprised. A stranger, again. It could be Zoo, but she wasn't sure. Zoo never really walked like that, like earthquakes exploded in her head.
"Here, kitty, kitty..."