guest room

by Rachel Lynch in


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They'll find us here. Here in the guest room, where we throw money at each other and cry. We miss being rough, young, wild and bright. Getting in and out of cars. We miss being deviants.

A hand moves in the dark. The quiet things that no one ever knows. She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her. I will lie awake, tongue tasting of malicious intent.

You were always weird, but I never had to hold you by the edges likes I do now.

sequin bedding set by Alloy

photos by Raymond Croft