That Sik Luv

by Jescie Hall

“Never fall in line with the disciplines of men who restrict the freedom of thought. It encourages immorality rather than reducing it. They assume utopia rather than expecting realism.

Some would call me broken,” I say again in indifference. “But I’ve never known anything other than the comfort of my pieces.”

“I’m gonna suffocate you with that love you speak of, darling. Wrap it around that pretty little neck and paint you with my fucking heart.”