Wednesday, December 19, 2012

The Occasional Self-Portrait, with a Sinister Touch

From Dramatic Tea Drinker to an Obsessive Odd Girl full of Odd Love (Oh indulge me, I've been ill for the past couple of days).  

Butterflies in Her Hair. More like nutterflies. She wakes up and first thing in the morning, she is bombarded by thoughts of you.

Bloodied and Hiding. In no place to make demands, she keeps very still. 

Evil Drinker. She knows, she isn't pretty. 

Dreamy Dead. Even zombies dream. Fresh zombies. Old dreams.

Waiting by the Window. She waits, wondering when he will start singing to her in the dead of night, dying for her love, as she has been dying to witness. 

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