
July seeps into August like the blood of a cherry on your white blouse. I want to get better. Another summer drowned at the bottom of the pool, another summer spent with red stained lips and the smell of tart sleep and liquid Tylenol. I want to bite my teeth into life and suck on the marrow, but I am swallowing cherry pits. I will get it right next time. I will wash it off you, clean. -W.R jj maybank x fem!oc All Rights Reserved ©️dabizleftstapleAll Rights Reserved