143

I took the last picture of you down from my mirror: the mirror we shared together, picked out together and bought together. Your picture was wedged in between the glass and the solid cherry frame square frame. Many mornings I would wake up to ‘I love you” or “143” written in my lipstick on the solid pane of glass. Now, there was no I...

Drunk on Lust

“Je veux enrouler tes jambes autour de ma tête et te porter comme une couronne." She said to me. My cheeks turned red, like the maraschino cherry that sat in the bottom of my glass. The words she spoke were exotic and foreign. I tried to recall my French lessons, from 13 years ago, my toxic brain only allotted me a few words. I...

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Tess

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