some call me Kate the curst.I imagine in some past life we took ourselves seriously. not this austere baying that shakes us like a death rattle – it doesn’t hurt, just looks like shit as we hack out the sound of our pleasure. you pretend to be Clark Gable playing Rhett Butler; Humphrey Bogart masquerading as Rick Blaine. you don’t really smile - but sometimes your lips curl like ribbon after scissors are dragged across it invariably hinting at self-depreciation. showcasing you can laugh at anything because up our sleeves aren’t aces - merely the king and queen of diamond; we don’t mind betting we'll lose. in that past life, you’d be without your sardonic frame; yes, I can imagine we took ourselves seriously then, loved without ragged hysteria enabling us – then, never loving each other.
© Katelyn
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