at a house party, some friday night in january.
βno smoking in the house,β they said, βbut you can out thereβ my gaze drifts to the open door, smoke spilling out into the next room. it mingles with led lights. swirling blue and purple in the hazy air.
iβm perched on the edge of the couch, in the corner by the door. my belt is too tight now that iβm sitting. i feel it dig into the thin skin that stretches across my hipbones. my mouth is dry, and my head is spinning a little.
i curled my hair tonight, and wore lingerie with my carhartt jacket. i am 19 years old and sometimes i remember i am pretty.
