Mucha

The scorched orbs in my head throb like dams threatening to burst with sweet nectar and dead flies that died of heavenly thirst. It was their own fault to dive in this sticky pool headfirst too well the consequences they knew made it all the worse.

Raincheck

I stop myself from asking you for I fear you would say you'll be busy, or might cancel again on the day. Disappointment might just ruin another Saturday that was supposed to be sunny but has turned wet and grey.