Diary Entry #23
Who is she? I asked. Nobody, you said. You wrapped your arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. I wrapped my arms around your waist and watched the woman with red lipstick and strawberry hair walk outside our living room window. You pull back and I give you a crooked smile. I promise you, you said. She’s nobody. You kissed me again… but this time on my lips. You taste like strawberries, I said through closed lips. My fingers found your frayed belt and I unbuckled it. I kissed down your neck, your chest, your torso, until I was on my knees. I pulled your pants and underwear down, and—
All I could see… was red.
—Should I leave him?
