She wears tight red dresses, six inch heels. She looks at you like she’s looking through you. Diamond nails to scratch your back till it bleeds. She picks– him. She knows he’s too weak to ever leave. But he wants what she has to offer, she sees that in his eyes. Why wouldn’t he? His …
Pale morning slips in through the window, her mind half awakens and idly wonders what time it might be— but her thoughts are jarred as his hands
“Meet me in the boiler room.” The text comes through, per expectation, in the evening. Some nights she receives it. Sometimes she does not. She never knows, nor is it her place to know. It is His. She is thankful for the time He allows her. Her eyes sparkle, true emerald glint, when the text …
“It doesn’t count if it’s a girl.” The words ran through her mind like the silk sheets on her skin. On her fifteenth birthday, she’d snuck a bottle of rum from her parent’s alcohol cabinet. Of course her parents left the cabinet in easy reach. At barbecues, they even allowed her to add a …