Five years of patience enshrined in an overly long letter lacking brevity. Hope become optimism, and then realized. An evening of pedestrian exchanges as the language of secret lusts. She has abandoned lipstick for linework. Traded the cult of adolescence for the discernment of adulthood. Her wings are mottled and beautiful. Her mouth whispers in forbidden flavors with a breath of syrups. Every suitor ever was right to make her their Helen of Troy. But none of them ever understood why. And dusting the last traces of mausoleum powder from her eyelashes reveals another apotheosis.
12:25 a.m. - 2019-03-21
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