August 23, 2021:
We were addicted, then.
Three of us: together, separate, together.
I fucked them both. Usually separately, sometimes together. Our triad of pain and loss and remorse. Fed by burns and cuts, the snaking gray smoke of I-am-not-here.
We were addicted, then.
Three of us: together, separate, together.
I fucked them both. Usually separately, sometimes together. Our triad of pain and loss and remorse. Fed by burns and cuts, the snaking gray smoke of I-am-not-here.