as a thin line goes thicker, you hang up the phone.
your hostile grin grew quicker, though you'd missed the call.
got a glass of liquor + parfum pour homme.
you're home alone,
enchanted by the mere afterthought that she's gone.
he's not vengeant, but in a way, rather blatant.
she replaced him lightly, leaving his house vacant.
he found himself bitter and sour,
for about an hour,
bitching and mourning,
and then lurk to devour.