sulphur.

bobby pins,
hot wax
and nail files.

diet shakes,
foot massage
and lost moments.

“is it me?”
he asked.

warm whiskey,
ghoulish oysters
and crisp, green beans.

short blacks,
neck kisses
and one too many lies.

“it’s you,”
he said.

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