Sorry Sorry drips like liquid rust along white-washed walls and creeps into the cracks to leave an ugly stain. Forgive me slides like smoke beneath the bathroom door and curls around the room like a lion on the hunt. I love you tastes like bitter wine that burns going down and leaves a gaping hole in an aching soul. Words that glide like snakes while pretending to caress with seductive ease, before they squeeze. march 2005 ŠJanet Reid
