Nosferatu
It feels like I'm riding the crest of a chrome wave as the riff drops to Sweet Mary Jane - a song by an obscure surf band from Dresden Germany.
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We inhale like blue whales and dance like no one is watching.
Time is our enemy...
Slowly, painfully, joyfully ticking away the seconds in some warped realm of juxtaposition.
Soon 4am creeps up like a Valium habit on an unsuspecting introvert.
One last bathroom break is needed before the familiarly treacherous journey home.
A distorted reflection stares back with a look that could turn Medusa to stone...and probably will. Once home I'll creep up the stairs like the abominable deathly creature that I am.
Laying next to my glowing angelic wife, I feel like I belong in the catacombs...
A Nosferatu of the 21st century.
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Good little story ? x
Thank you so much. It's not often I write a short story rather than a poem. This one is written from experience.
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