Day and Night

[jchrisobrien]

Twelve hours ago, I was tired and cranky and second guessing myself.

Twelve minutes ago, I put down the chopsticks and stared at the empty tins that held my sushi. I'm freshly showered and sitting in my robe. Candles are on. Angel is on the TV.

What a difference twelve hours can make.

Comments

[spriggan.livejournal.com]

it would kill you

[silas7.livejournal.com]

But what a way to die!

[spriggan.livejournal.com]

bloated, with wasabi leaking from your pores

a chopstick clutched in your cold hand

[silas7.livejournal.com]

and a smile on my fish stained lips, soy packets scattered around the room, a bed of tin and pastic lids for my coffin.