Pleasure and Pain

Decay

On his old, frail fingers, the smell of her private parts still lingered.

Dear B

Slowly, we will both forget this. We’re not even a pair of lovers.

Air Purifier

I was her savior. I tore her apart.

Little Pink Toenails

She wrote my name on the steamed-up window, and I fell in love.

The Hairbrush

The shadows just stayed there, looming in the corners of my bed.

The Girl in the Small Glass Jar

I wish it would hurt, even if only for a while.