"Let us never start our sentences with pronouns!" said the Writer to his Audience... (X-Posted)

[jack_babalon]

"Let us never start our sentences with pronouns!" said the Writer to his Audience, "Nor shall we sully our introductions with common articles... but instead let us lift our coffins high (where we once buried our influences alive to hear the music of their fingers clawing desperate epitaphs and grave epiphanies across the lid) and toast those shipwrecked intentions that have bought us together at last!"

There on a matress stained with Love's autopsy, where savage beasts were once chained to one another and made to dance to the music of heat without light, the Writer's Audience (basking naked in the blue-green glow of a TV set that can never be turned off), stole another cigarette from his pack, untangled her thighs from sheets soaked with expectation and stifled a yawn.

"What else is on?" she asks knowing nothing about coffins, shipwrecks or anyone's influences but her own.