I wear that dress, but once a year. i'm surprised it still fits. i wear those stockings, to conceal my pale legs. once i year i am what i am not, but have always been. i sit in the cold for an hour and a half. sometimes more. the more is in vain. i wait for the children in costumes or those with out it has been getting colder. clothed as i was i cannot feel my feet my hands my face. i cannot feel the tile the carpet the stairs the tips of my dress barely miss the surace of the toilet water. i peel off my stockings, leave my dress on the ground. i'll spend the rest of the night eating left over candy. hershey bar kit-kats reeses peanut butter cups star-bursts skittles. crunch-bars baby ruth's every year, i have more and more left.
kazuka78 · Fri Oct 31, 2008 @ 12:56am · 0 Comments |