let the pain dissipate, like smoke from a cigarette.
the paper turning to dust and floating into the sky, ash hitting the ground,
just to be brushed away by a passerby's foot and never spoken of again.
when you step on a cigarette,
don't look back.
YOU ARE READING
BUTTERFLIES
Romanceupdate 26.5.2022 - I've gone through and edited all the chapters, fixing mistakes, changing a few small details, just trying to make it a bit more accurate to where things are right now, as I first wrote this over a year ago. same story, just a lit...
