Friday, July 7, 2017


She opened her eyes lazily, almost willing her mind not to, knowing she wasn’t going to like what was in front of her.
Another morning, another unknown face, another unknown bed.
It was becoming a habit, almost.
If only it felt like a bad one.

Slipping quietly out of bed, she tiptoed across the room gathering her clothes, and quietly let herself out to breathe in the fresh air. Looking at her watch, she smiled…just in time for her appointment.

Later, as she felt the first prick of the needle gliding across her skin to ink a beautiful design, she lay back and let a tiny tear escape the corner of her eye.

Sometimes the pain from superficial wounds is so much sweeter than the deep ones.

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