NOTE: The story, originally, was a text sent scenario sent by my best friend. It's a tad difficult to expose it in prose form so please be kind with y..
the sunlight doesn't seem to hurt so much anymore / my straining retinas are dams for melted-mascara dyed dribbles / they make good belts, they do / t..
__________________________________________her nails themselves are stroking a love letter on the naked plains of my body / through my dress / it draws..