paris club

by Rachel Lynch in

Long stick legs stacked on shiny shoes. Salt in the corners of her mouth. She left earth for awhile. Braided white hair and yellow eyes. Thighs you can wrap one hand fully around, lips pinker than summer blossoms. She wanted to be a child, she wanted to be an adult. To want nothing and everything at all, the best is when you find yourself  happy right where you are.