she was the sky

by Rachel Lynch in


What drives him crazy is the twofold nature of her. The mixture of her tender creamy childishness and a king of eerie vulgarity, stemming from the snub-nosed cuteness of ads and magazine pictures, from the smell of daisies and sweat, all of it mixed up with vanilla musk and mud. She came walking out of the sky like a time-bomb, ready to explode into a women at any moment.