May Zheng

United States of America

dog-lover and cynic about everything else

a thousand for one

August 13, 2019

The night air was so crisp she could feel it breaking against her tongue. 
Wearily, she laid down amid the heaps of dried flowers, evening gowns, tarnished jewelry, and brittle letters from one thousand men who she'd played and snapped the heartstrings of with elegant, painted fingernails. 

"Isis!" she howled to the night sky, her palms bursting into flame. "I steal a kiss from your husband and you make me torture a thousand. Pleased yet? " 

With a crackling laugh, the artifacts of centuries of betrayals ignited, severing her from physical body; tears streaming, she strained towards the heavens. 


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