After our night
I cleaned up right away
I cleaned off his touch
his imprint on my body
and the sins I had once again committed.
this wasn't different from the last
I would cry in the shower
as the was the only place that could conceal my weakness, my vulnerability
with water already streaming down my body why not a few stream down from
eyes. allowing my tears to be a part of my cleanse
only made it painful.
I dried my body off with a towel, a new towel although I was clean
I still felt as if I dirtied the towel.
as if it was the one who needed the shower
after me using me.
walking back into the room I found my client...
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Crossing The Line
МистикаA very short story, and it has multi-meanings so take it as how you interpret it the story "Crossing The Line" was inspired by Billie Eilish song - Wildflower The story goes way longer despite its limit...thinking about expanding it and am open for...
