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I look up at him, murder in my eyes.
He didn’t find it humorous when I started playing “Bodies” by Drowning Pool to drown out his incessant screaming.
The only beauty that has ever touched this man has been at the hands of a woman.
My mouth has dried, and I fear my tongue will shrivel up and crumble from lack of moisture.
How aren’t her teeth rotten from the vile things she spews all day?
I smooth out my face, contemplating how I can smile again. “Duh, Addie,” I whisper. “You know how to do it.” I lift the lipstick and place it on the corner of my lip and draw it out across my cheek, curving it up towards my eyes. Then the other side, until a big red smile is painted across my face. The Joker had the right idea, I decide.
“Meadows, baby. Our last name is Meadows.” “Yours. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ll be expected to beg.”
“I love to beg.”
his palm flat on the steering wheel as he makes a left turn. It’s… hot. Watching Zade drive is foreplay.
“I don’t think people are black and white, Katerina, but I do know that his love for you is.”
He’s going to make a great father one day, but that day isn’t today. Not when I’m still learning how to pick up the pieces without cutting myself.
Just like people aren’t black and white, neither are our emotions toward them.
A purpose was born,
Grief pours out through the cracks while we hold each other, like two pillars falling together, both incapable of standing without the other’s support.
“Drink more wine, it’ll make it worse, but at least you’ll be buzzed.”
“You really want to cause mass extinction for those names? Moan them, little mouse, I dare you. Whichever ones you choose, not a single man by that name will fucking exist anymore. How about we start with Chad? We can definitely live without the Chads in the world.”
I’ll touch her in all the places that won’t feel good enough. Her inner thighs and up to where they meet her ass, and her tiny waist up to her ribs and the side of her tits.
It’s a very mind your own fucking business type of neighborhood. Perfect place to commit homicide. Weather’s nice, too.
running my hands through my hair and pulling tight—a pathetic attempt to calm the anxiety.
even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?”
Then, he talks about the first time I confronted him. How I ran out of my door screaming like a banshee, fire in my eyes and spewing venom from my tongue. He recalls how utterly stunned he was by my courage, and how deeply he fell in that single moment.
“You and I will never end, little mouse. Even when we’re six feet under, and our bones are dust, I will haunt your soul until it aches to be free of me. And then, I will hold you tighter.”
I’d make a good fertilizer, and vines of roses could grow from my rib cage while I become one with the earth again.
