Lipstick and BJ


The first date was at her house

He shook the blanket until a flat square.

He brought a whole chicken roasted to perfection and a malbec. They ate like feral cats and licked their paws in delight. She could see her silhouette in the candlelight. She painted her lips rouge.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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