KAT M.

-headache- i see her. and i cannot be thin enough. i am dirty and desperate and ugly and like it that way because i feel free to be dirty and desperate and ugly. -morning- you smoke and i don't. but i like it, like me, on you; mixed with your perfume, charcoal and sugar, a delicious aroma of home on my tongue. or when we lay in bed for hours awake, but not ready to face the day you playfully groan in protest of the morning, hiding under the covers, and you take me with you. Published May 22nd, 2020 on her Neutral Spaces blog.