“He'll pinch a cigarette between his fingers. He'll take a drag, blow that drag between his lips. He'll look at the firl with eyes the colour of the sky before it turns black and he will see heaven, and the pictures of all those other girls floating inside his head will blow away like the clouds of the cigarette and he'll see only the girl inside himself and the world will stop.” WorldLooksEyeTurnsGirlHeavenBlackSkyFingersLipsCloudsBlowColourDragCigaretteFloatingOther Girl Author:Maureen Medved
“One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.” FeelsLooksFallHurtBoysPiecesCuttingOne DayMouthsSkinsFingersGlassesLustHolesIt Hurts Author:Maureen Medved
