Somtimes, she likes to twist her body, lying on her back in her apartment, completly still, eyes staring at the ceiling, unblinking. She likes to see how long she can go like this without a call. She can last for days.
Filed under Musings, poetry
I like this. I do. It’s small and cruel and painful, but I like it.
you are getting reeeeeeally good.
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