maybe it has something else

on the way to work i found myself pressed against a white wall. i miss you, i thought, as the fingers closed around my neck. i let go, no point trying. how you doing? he finally asked. i replied, gasping, i find myself in a tight spot. he laughed and loosened his grip. a butterfly flew past, fluttering her eyelashes. spring doesn't grow on trees, y'know. but at the time of writing, we have no better knowledge, we must wait for technology advances to come our way. the purple marks go well with my beauty spot, i thought as i checked myself on the mirrored lift doors. up it goes. and onto the roof, where the helicopter is waiting for us. but where are you? a hamster scuttles away and jumps off the edge of the building, taking flight. blondes may have more fun, but who can face going through life covered in yellow custard? smart alec. big footed clown smiles suggestively at the hungry lions. i'll throw you in at the deep end, depending on how you manage with the fireflies. he wanted me to believe in miracles, and for a while i could, for a while i could, for a while i could, for a while i could...