Some Kind of Beautiful

DSCF0132In my head I’m counting.

Two hundred and one

Two hundred and two

Bliss, her fingers wrapped tightly around my ankles, her boney knees pressing down on the tops of my feet, on top of my toes, holding them still, says, “Life ain’t a bowl of peaches, so suck it up, bitch.”

You can now read Some Kind of Beautiful here. (Link deactivated, site no longer exists)



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