She baits her hook with a familiar and carefully casual ritual. A siren call hummed out of the side of her mouth while her eyelids bat innocently at the sun. She lures men between spread legs so she can shove their validation into the fraying hole in her heart. It all melts and drains away like a pile of saccharine lies under salt rivers from stormy blue seas. It is difficult to watch someone pick at an infected scab with such absentee fervor.
4:12 p.m. - 2016-03-15
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