Sammy puts the beer down beside me and retreats into her smile, folding herself up on to the chair, compliantly pliant. She’s so young. I want to suck out her innocence and smear it over my decaying life. I don’t look at her while we’re talking so I don’t have to think about it. She tells me about herself and I dredge up comparable miseries, silt covered adolescent syndromes, dirty and malnourished things that look better deteriorated. Don’t worry about me, I tell her halfheartedly pained, I always make the most out of the worst that I can find.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.
06/01/2013 at 12:47
this is my new favorite. “I want to suck out her innocence and smear it over my decaying life.” and ” I always make the most out of the worst that I can find.” I can’t even deal with how great that is.
06/01/2013 at 13:13
You’re so sweet Jennifer. It seems like you’re at your most supportive when I feel like I’m being bleak and miserable. Thanks as always 🙂
06/01/2013 at 14:02
I’m so glad! Maybe it’s because I resonate in many ways with the products of those bleak and miserable moods 🙂