His wife on paper

XANDE

still on

the fabric of her dress clinging to her th

ipping down h

o

l know she'

n was marked-red where I'd held her, teeth bruises at the slope of her shou

oked w

ful, w

autiful she lo

ight, and grabbed my

ing like I hadn't finishe

k at her. She was too quiet. Too soft. Like she

bmission-it did

me ins

no," I muttered,

dn't a

ours

er fuck

city looked small from here. All my life I'd looked d

oked at me tonig

in for a toy I did

aybe

ooked at me like

aw somethi

e her da

e air felt too thick. My skin itched. My mouth stil

've stay

fake vows, after I got what I want

omeone else's arm, laughing like I never me

was

he wa

her body like i

it

ouldn't stop th

t around me. Not just th

o

s her

she look

ter I u

er I mad

ll hoping I'd be

n't und

fucking

ain her stor

he st

ys fucki

Turned the faucet. Let col

e mirror and h

n't recognize the

cause

time in years, I w

sink and let o

me she

the

ars of loving

at did

ed in h

y to erase a

she won't forget it

... she l

e water and d

room, she was sitting up slowly

t ask if

sk if I mean

e she'd take another hit

ared the he

wasn't don

asn't don

ke that, I'm going to destroy her

l do it

e I'm

e she'

who breaks-so long