Sunday, June 22, 2014
pain in three flavors
He called Friday night, very late, and by the time the call ended I had chewed my lip raw and tangy.
Blood on the hand towels.
In her dark car, we talked about a boy, and she rubbed at her earlobes, just like I do.
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