Just had to write a poem "list" for my creative writing class and my fingers just were itching to write a specific scene from my fic American Beauty/American Psycho. So here it is:
Titled: His Safe Space
Messily spiked hair darker than the souls of the damned A black bandana, folded and wrapped around his forehead A healing cut splitting through the pale pink chapped lips Long shaky fingers covered in grime from the car Thinly raised scars scattered along his arms, some white, others red The broken car, dirt smeared and collecting dust Parts scattered the concrete floor, waiting to be used Tools lined the wall, carefully arranged on their hangings A small stereo tucked in the corner, spilling out a classic guitar riff Evening sunlight coloring the garage in it’s warm glow The well loved motorcycle gleaming and ready for use It’s handles urging for a touch His black clothes tightly following the shape of his lanky form And the stranger, unwelcome and awkwardly standing in the open door
