He recalibrated everything to a standstill point… of hot-hot coffees and hot croissants. The buns, the left over crushed butts of his “cigarette-threats”, as she HATED to call them to his deteriorating face—
At fierce force AND bombastic pace. These smeared window-panes and shabby(chic!) curtains placed
distant and DisHevellED atop of nouveau-riche curtain rails. A DUTIFULLY(?!) derailed auteur and his visiting mistress / all of the time! And: “Every OTHER night?”
Seems He needed Her, She lesser-so he… … … HATED her- made maKeBeLieVe ‘love’ to her once UPON these
Unmade sheets, covered in art-enticing inspiration however deceptively appealing to his weirdly senses of masculine stature and
Matter of fact: face-first betrayal To the woman bonkers-enough-to-believe
“He loves her?”
Maybe he does… 😱
