Marceline

“A heavenly body requires no heart” by Alex(a) Cruz-Abarca Her skin is icy cold to the touch and her lips are tinged with a light shade of blue. The warm lips I once partook in, that marked upon my every being, are changed. She leaves me here, bruised and battered from her absence. The once-green eyes gaze into my soul, yet she isn’t looking at me; her eyes have a sort of film over them.

Content Warning: Sexual assult, Misogyny