here we go so far..

[iron_and_silver]

untitled as of yet.
suggestions are yummy.

“Don’t fuck with me.” He said as he stretched over her empty and dark like a midnight bridge, daring me to cross it.
“I’m not trying to do anything. Look, she’s tired as hell. No need to move her. All I’m saying is just leave her be. Hey, I’m not tired and if she gets sick, I know where the bathroom is. I got everything covered.” I slowly inched across his reason.
He stared at me hard like stone and we looked like 2 statues in a closed museum. How I ached for a sober visitor.
“Fuck it. Fine. Whatever.” He walked away hunched over taking all his angry heat with him. I shivered happily and focused my eyes in the dark intoxicated room. I moved next to her and covered her up with the blanket. She resembled a newborn, innocent and forgetful of the strange and loud events that brought her there.
“I don’t like these insinuations. That girl acts as if I’m going to do something bad. This is my house.” In his drunken state, he mistook his words for a whisper as he delivered them to his intoxicated wife. She accepted it as truth with a drowsy mouth.
I stared at the silent entertainment center. I missed Bob Dylan. It seemed it had stopped Bob when our world had become too heavy and menacing. A time when we hadn’t said cheers more than the number of times I’ve blinked to keep aware of mine and her fragile existence. Her brain was dripping with unaware, soaked in the