Framed in a Stare: Two – Mirrors and Denials
"“Her mistake was stalling in front of the mirror — the only witness to the truths she leaked while still trying to deny them."
She was arched like a fucking bow. Fingertips soaked. Fucking herself hard enough to slap sound off the walls. Slick, loud, desperate.Not rhythm, not grace—just pure, ragged need.Her forehead dragged against the mirror. Her breath fogged a wide bloom across...







