someber though she was, she lived in the moment right before a kiss. not perfunctory, but real. as when a boy scrunches his up his lips and closes his eyes and holds his breath. of vulnerability and innocense. of someone shutting down all their senses except those iridescent crescents of red and collagen.
she found a way to freeze in the moment back in 2019 and she’s never letting go. close the door. we’ve lost her. we never had her to begin with. watch her heart. be jealous. run. never come back.