Nocticadia

by Keri Lake

“That is the tragedy of women, isn’t it? We deny ourselves beauty for the sake of misleading men.”

truth

and I prayed one of my boobs wouldn’t pop loose, because wouldn’t that have been the icing on the shit-cake?

humor

She was the warmth of the sun on a cold and rotting corpse. The first breath after a lifetime of death.

if fucking her meant an eternity in hell, I’d welcome damnation with a goddamn smile.

“Don’t fuck with me, Loretta. And stay out of my business, or I’ll see to it that every member of administration, and my lawyer, receive a copy of this.”

God, the jealousy beat through me in punishing fury, as he held me to his face and ate the breath from mouth.

“Jealousy is a callow schoolboy’s emotion that ends in hard feelings and bloody noses. What I feel for you, Miss Vespertine, would destroy lives.”