The Odyssey by Homer
5 min. @ Saving Gigi on Bloor St. W.
“So pretty.” Sibilant esses. She was captivated by the darkened line of oxblood red. She watched it form the words as his lips moved. She couldn’t look at his eyes, they were too hooded. Anyway, he wasn’t really focused on her, but a spot on her. She stayed focused on his lips. It was as if he was wearing reversed lip liner, the eight glasses of cheap red wine staining the inner lips a cracked vampire red.
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