tender is how i've been

auto-fiction // May, 24

modern day woman aches everywhere

in april, the skies shattered; life and death french kissed

should we leave?

my lovers meld together

my winter sun / my ailing skin / my dying roses /

somewhere in between; eerie, forlorn, and often surreal -

i stole my father's cigarettes so you could scold me for smoking because you are my prettiest love affair.

stripped of meaning, I am just conscious enough