“What are we?” I asked her.
She took her time to put her socks on and guessing, “Narcotic, I guess. Some kind of healthy meth.”
I snorted two seconds of scoff and I nodded, “Yeah, you’re right.”
She was fully dressed.
“I heard about what broke you. Pretty cheap gossip, though I loved to hear it.”
Anything didn’t feel funny for me that time.
“I heard that you had a boy.”
I was feeling so cold that second. I was even afraid that my heart wasn’t beating.
“Sorry that he died-“
I punched her a slap.
Her hair covered her face, her long neck seemed so meaningless,
Her body is on the floor and I was standing, unable to breathe.
Her lips bleeds, yet she laughed and she kissed me.
I said to her, “You are insane, wicked woman, you are a bitch.”
She laughed and she kept sucking my tongue, I could taste metallic-tasted blood around her sucking.
I don’t know why, but that time I thought she was really fragile and thin.
I pushed her, I whispered to her,
“What ruined you?”
I almost thought she was showing a weak expression,
I thought she was feeling pain.
Yet, she persistently kissing me.