as the girl at the fair, eating candies with lips the color of her name, with a body under her dress that would make any grown man fall to their knees. outside, down on the street, the air is stiff like a cheap drink. dawn is starting to stain the sky with hues of yellows and oranges that reminds me of the warmth of her skin, of her arms around me. my heart swells and breaks within the same stride.
there’s a slight shift in the mattress as the weight of his body leaves the bed. a rustle of fabric spoils the silence, as he gingerly lifts his clothes off the 