um ... this is just a stupid little drabble a wrote right before i went to bed. it`s pretty short and not well thought out. orz ;;;
after i wrote this, i proceeded to go to bed and have a dream that i was having a dream about brad pitt.
mlia.
i don`t own anyone or anything.
Everywhere I go people look at my hand and ask me the same question.
" What happened to your hand ?! "
Trying to explain that Tyler burned his kiss onto my flesh with lye would be too troublesome. I`ve got places to go, people to meet. No time to tell generally uninterested people a complicated tale.
So I make one up.
It`s a rare birthmark, I would say. An angel`s kiss to be exact. Only a few people have them and they come in all shapes and sizes, anywhere on the body.
They blink. They believe me. " Aww, that`s sweet " then forget me. Go on their merry ways.
Liar.
An angel`s kiss. What a crock of shit. Tyler is far from being an angel.
One`s view of angelic usually doesn`t consist of thickening gravy with your snot or splicing a cum shot into Horton Hears a Who.
So then why is my perspective skewed ? Why can`t I stop seeing this delinquent as a wingless angel ?
He`s the only one who could save me from my perfect skin and perfect teeth.
He`s the only one who could keep me from being whole.
He delivered me.
I got on the bus filled with ladies that smelled like mothballs and men who didn`t shave their faces.
There really were some questionable people who use the public transportation system.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a little blonde girl staring at my hand.
The one that had Tyler`s kiss.
She looked at me, big saucer eyes that held the whole world in them.
" Who did that to your hand ? "
I looked down at her. I`d smile at her if I wasn`t missing a tooth or two or didn`t have a split lip.
Instead I pat her head and said the first story that came to mind.
An angel.