Plate

yes. shes the one that can wait a bit longer.  work a bit harder. understands more. knows better. matters lesser.  yes. she can hold on.  she wont go anywhere.  should she then, life will go on.  its ok. it doesnt matter.  yes. shes the one with no nick names. a forgotten memory.  a checked out hotel room. she'll be there. she'll be fine.  yes. she's the one i love lesser. lesser everyday. dont tell her. let her be there. there where shes happy. let her believe it still exists. 

She took a puff in, and felt a burn in her chest. So hot, she felt feverish, and slipped deep into a delirium so round, so alluring, she closed her eyes and let it suck her in. Right here, in the middle of the many coloured rings she saw him standing, hand stretched out.  She slapped it away and ran the opposite direction until she stopped hearing footsteps and turned her head around.  Where did he go? What had happened to him, she thought walking back the same way she had run.  But why are you going back that way, asked her mind, but her heart owned her body she kept taking steps back.  Until he reached out to her, grabbed her by the feet, cared not when she fell flat on her ass and he dragged her across the slippery floor, into the circles.  She turned around, dug her nails into the ground, and screeched across the floor, regretting those steps back from a moment ago.  She yanked her leg back, but it made no difference, because he had a firm grip on her foot. She sensed a violence, a