Birthday? Fuck...

So much for 21, a day spent alone with ghosts and demons of my past self. I feel like curling up in the closet with my skeletons, to have them stroke my hair and not worry about my tears staining their fleshless limbs.

Wild Thing

"Have a wild guess!" He whispers to me triumphantly.
"Have a wild guess?!" I stare at him coldly, my lip curling slightly on the left."How the hell am I supposed to do that when you've got me so fucking domesticated?"