Nov 27, 2016
"Were you the one that people were saying fell and embarrassed himself yesterday?"
pfff. that’s rough. humiliation colors his cheeks fuchsia, plucks the corners of his lips, tongue-kissed & berry-binge red ‘till he’s rounded over; a grinning, cackling fool. he remembers his face, a fashion of taut-porcelain - a bite into dry-ice when you fathom the indifference, and he thinks to himself ‘how contemptuous’, ‘the nerve’, but confrontation is avoidable & most sensible, so he rules to diffusing the tension with laughter in pursuit of lighthearted communion. “ i believe i tripped, but there was an absence of a fall. nope. did not fall. ”