~preying hands
the worst part isn’t remembering the pungent smell of armpit sweat or the way his teeth gnawed at the moon his breath reeking of camels & coors it was how his eyes flickered like orange sparks spreading wildfire as he unbuttoned my skin hooked my bones over the back of his bedroom door & admired the red flush of my cheeks virginity trickling down my thighs staining the carpet spilling on the floor I thought he’d bring daisies & kiss me like july lah 1.12.12 ©®
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