you said you wanted a hit,

by Rachel Lynch in


She was a toxic, virulent child. Her young, fleshy, delicious-looking soul inspired my appetite for destruction. She was a friend of mine, and I loved watching her get up to walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night. The hallway light would highlight her spine and she used cinnamon toothpaste.

Fearless women playing house, youth on deck. We commit such petty crimes at night. Wild sexuality is like a cave in the west. Snakes, white garments and borderline personality disorder for the masses.