The crowd is a dark, blur. Hundreds of people are watching as I entertain them with my beauty and my pain. Only one man understands this and he is out there watching. I know he appreciates my talent, seeing me as his personal ballerina. He sees hims...
I placed my hands on the bathroom counter and leaned closer to my reflection. Flushed cheeks and fever-bright eyes suggested I was either sick or had just been fucked out of her mind. It wasn’t an either/or but an actual both. What was I thinking to...