A/N: I decided to continue my little drablings. This one is Mimi's...not nearly as good as Mark's but I still like it.
Of Tears and Death
I want the shivering to stop. The cold metal slides perfectly into my sweat drenched arm. I'm calmer now. My eyes shut, I lean back on my filthy matress. A coil kneads into my back, but I don't care. My body shivers in ecstacy. I wake hours later, in your arms. You look so sad. Tears well up in your eyes, I whisper please don't cry. A look of anger replaces that of sadness. I'm dropped onto your torn couch. The filmmaker passes by, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.You turn away from me and a nod a goodbye to your friend. I touch your hand, you jerk away. I say I'm sorry. He turns back, kisses my cheek. I get up too fast and faint. I hope I do not wake.