𝐨𝐳𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

she had green eyes, so i wanted to sleep with her green eyes flicked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool– you could drown in those eyes, i said. the fact of her pulse, the way she pulled her body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire not to disturb the air around her. everyone could see the way her muscles worked, the way we look like animals, her skin barely keeping her inside. i wanted to take her home and rough her up and get my hands inside her, drive my body into hers like a crash test car.