Between My Tights
07/05/2020 I put a mediocre lipstick on, prepare a bold neckline, and go out to the streets. I sell my body, but the price is always loneliness. Bitter, bitter are the consequences! Shoes thrown in the room, a few casual kisses are exchanged, and as moonlight falls in, I fill my voracious lust. The atmosphere heats up between my eyes, and with a confident smile, I tell myself I have nothing to lose. I return home, cautiously and as I let a sigh of relief, I found myself gazing at a red trail and a body hanging. It was something pretentious, but, unconsciously, I embraced the body of my boyfriend who had committed suicide. A silly bitch like me doesn't deserve to live, yet, I've longed for this humiliating scenario. I light a cigarette, pack my bags, turn off the lights and go on satisfying my vagaries. And with a malicious smile, I tell myself that not everything is between my eyes. image:https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/73640747