Lifers

by K.C. Blume

And their price is always flesh.

Ewww

“They’re just temporary blues, baby.” She says, then sets my hand back down on the space of the cinder block that separates us. “Everything about you is temporary.”

So what if I cried

I am no longer a person but an amalgamation.

So I hate this man

“Nothing at all. I got a life sentence, and he gets to touch other little girls and then go home to his daughters every day.”

I HATE MEN

“I think you’re going to be my favorite meal.”

AAAA YES LAWD

“You believe that men are inherently bad. They’re out to hurt you, so you hurt yourself before they get the chance.

This one has a lil kick to it-

“I think that if there’s a God, this is exactly how they intended us to be,” Riley responds.

AWWWW

All I’ve done is simply exist, and that was enough to make her choose me as her next victim.

Eats down

He’d never mentioned a girlfriend before. I’d never asked either. Guess I shouldn’t have put it past a man who is fucking one of his psychiatric patients to also cheat.

Lmao get got stupid

“That’s okay. I like you better dirty.”

WHOA NOW

I don’t fucking need antidepressants. I just need this girl between my legs at all hours of the day.

Me I fear

I realize while piecing myself back together that Demosi was right. I’m ready to go home.

Brotha WHAT

A lifer, sentenced to remain between these white walls even after death.

Screaming and crying