InMon Inspired. I’m back after 3 months. Finals just ended at my college, and now I have a six week winter break until Spring semester. It’s good to be back!
She rested her bare back against the headboard she now knew with uncomfortable familiarity for reasons that had her head on her knees in self-hating disgust. The cigarette between her fingers felt heavy as she took a long drag from it, sighing rather than exhaling the smoke. She curled her legs up to her exposed breasts as she watched the moon stare back at her solemnly.
A warm body shifted beside her, but she paid it no mind, taking another drag from her smoke. The moon held her in fixation, as she held it. She could almost feel the white disk’s disappointment burning into her smooth, fair skin. If only such burning would flay the disgrace and sorrow and pain from her.
She flicked the butt into an ashtray on the windowsill across the room and stood. Her clothes lay in a disheveled pile bedside. She took her time dressing and gave special care in removing the switchknife from the inside of her pant leg. It opened with a soft click and shh of metal against metal. She turned to the man laying in bed, his chest rising and falling evenly.
If only the moon could burn it all away.