Post by Lessien Melwasul on Jan 9, 2009 0:58:12 GMT -5
~The diner had a name. But neither had lifted their eyes to read it. Lessien sat slumped in the corner of the all night booth at 3 pm, Chicago. She looked more like 3 am with a swollen lip, fucked up hair and a hamburger right fist soaking in a soup bowl of melting ice mixed with dwindled blood, much to the disgust of the waitress who kept filling the coffee cup and emptying the ashtray in a never ending cycle waitress Greek hell. Neither was talking. Which was rare. Somebody who knew her might think she had taken some sort of meds. But Betty was fucking tired and Alice was withdrawn and sullen after riding a wave of violence that was usually reserved for Betty.~
"You have to be this tall to ride this ride, Lover."
~Betty managed a half-hearted tease as she slumped forward to retrieve and light yet another cigarette. Alice remained unamused, completely. One of them sighed, mixing with the exhale of smoke. People were always making mistakes with them. Peeling back the layers... they thought they had it all figured out. Betty was violence. Alice was a storybook child. But that was dangerously wrong. Oh, Betty was absolutely violent. But Alice would cut your fucking tongue out and then wonder if you were still talking... somehow... just that she couldn't quite hear it.~
~Did they belong in jail? It wouldn't be the first time. But it was Betty, not Alice who kept it to 90 days and below in the pen. With only Alice? It would be a short life punctuated by State death.~
"The end."
~Somewhere a child cried because of the lies, at least that's what their mother had always said. The coffee was black and getting cold.~
"You have to be this tall to ride this ride, Lover."
~Betty managed a half-hearted tease as she slumped forward to retrieve and light yet another cigarette. Alice remained unamused, completely. One of them sighed, mixing with the exhale of smoke. People were always making mistakes with them. Peeling back the layers... they thought they had it all figured out. Betty was violence. Alice was a storybook child. But that was dangerously wrong. Oh, Betty was absolutely violent. But Alice would cut your fucking tongue out and then wonder if you were still talking... somehow... just that she couldn't quite hear it.~
~Did they belong in jail? It wouldn't be the first time. But it was Betty, not Alice who kept it to 90 days and below in the pen. With only Alice? It would be a short life punctuated by State death.~
"The end."
~Somewhere a child cried because of the lies, at least that's what their mother had always said. The coffee was black and getting cold.~