she's better than you think she is. she hates the way her hair falls and how her teeth are crooked but never the two perfect orbs that glisten at the sight of a few, excluding you. she hates your hands and all the life they've touched. she hated the book i gave her, said the pages smelt like you. she hates the pen im writing with, she finds it too blue. so blue you could drown in the waves and experience the ocean and experience you. she blows my mind, she's the happiest now. maybe because she always, hated you.
YOU ARE READING
toxic proses
Short Storya collection of short stories (a series of unfinished thoughts). mostly, the adventures of my fictitious best friend, who means the world to me, partly because she's my own creation. © eur0pa 2015
