same time again;
she's standing in the corner again;
half freezing to death waiting for her one night stand.
her hands shaking,
her lip makeup wiped off,
with each second passing,
the purple shade of her lips lightens.
long and foggy breaths,
i get reminded of my dying sister on the same cold winter night.
i heave my way up to her,
placing a scarf around her neck.
i walk off, words rolling off my tongue, "keep warm."
YOU ARE READING
nightfall + kth
Short Story❝ i'll erase all the painful marks and make you forget for just a little while. ❞ | © taedys
