see you, again

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows.

“She looks a lot like someone I knew, once.”

if you put multiple slices of life together, you can make a pizza!