Assymmetrical piercings on horizontal pomegranate seeds. Dusted-freckle peaches cap heavy femininity. Intoxication muddles my brain with a syrupy mix of patience and lust. My face is illuminated well after midnight by a tiny impersonal rectangle. It highlights the loneliness in my sallow cheekbones. This is just another turn of the cyclical and irrelevant gears of my servitude. Everyone knows how this chase ends. My hands bloody and wrung free.
11:05 a.m. - 2017-01-09
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