misha writes. duh.

Cold numbed the tip of
her ass
outside the reach of the
heat
to release tension
people were
fucking
pressed together for a kiss they would never finish.
People were always
blaming her
they were just jealous
Nobody ever really loved a lover.
She liked
their white bed,
From the outside it looked like death.

An arrangement of words stolen from pg. 3 of the novel “Paint it Black” by Janet Fitch with original punctuation and capitalization intact.