Harsh liquors stained the breath for when the silence was not appealing; The counter is unattractive in appearance and to tap its wooden build, it feels to crumble.
She kept about the wall that was opposition to my backside; Where the thick of wood and plaster gave a the bind of her spine to mine, the mimicking of her I could feel.
9 315 562, 232 55 315 [ I can not; but we can] I heard the echoing of my own maniacal laughter, and the frantics of screaming that came soon after; It was mine.