No flash photography

Partial phrases atop half written lines
Skin touched to bare metal until it burns
That dizzy feeling when your eyes close and your only thought(hope) is sleep
feel of a hand in yours
The loosed lips promise
taste of whiskey brushed breathe on a tongue filled with knives
Silent smiles of which novels are written
Trashy fan fiction
Steals the light
Packaged and sold for a broken minute
Jacket blurbs
Bland
deleted pages
Ripped away in the dull habit of dreaming