The Violet Nights

She pulls herself back onto the love seat, untangling herself from the throw and weighted limbs. Bare to the mahogany nylon threads, she scoops her knee into the bend of her elbow, trailer scenes looping against the light above the kitchen sink, above the body she left simmering next to the coffee table, unmoved upon... Continue Reading →

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