It all started with the eye-shadow. Nina had roped me into a last-minute shopping trip, determined to make an impression at the bachelorette party. While she tried on a dozen different outfits, I inadvertently drifted toward the section of the store that flashed posters of flawless faces and exotic scents. After three encounters with store … Continue reading Matte Finish
He'd held my hand when I'd fallen off swings, blown sand out of my eyes while we built castles. 'Forever', I whispered into his ear. He quit camp soon after. I thought I wasn't good enough. He simply wanted someone less feminine.
There she goes, down the road: Once a pleasant breeze, Now a retreating storm. While I lay broken: Like shards of shattered glass, Waiting, For that skilled craftswoman– To mend me with arteries of gold.