or maybe i'll
just flee the scene
(strung with bright yellow tape
blood on floor
witnesses all around)
i will hide in the girl's bathroom
(that smells like toilet cleaner
and strawberry lip gloss)
and cry in to my knees.
YOU ARE READING
i said no
Short Storyi still taste your tongue in my mouth/ and the bruises on my thighs look like your fingerprints [trigger warning]
