• anjuli_bai 22w


    You sit here in the dark.
    Another power outage.
    Citronella filling your nose to ward off those hungry for your blood.
    The chair cradling your body that's clothed in the same t-shirt you've been wearing for 4 days now. One he gave you.
    It wasn't love. Couldn't be. But you're left lonely again.
    And you love this place yet you can't wait to leave.
    Maybe it's because you're trapped here.
    No money.
    Few friends.
    Hurt and scarred.
    Hungry for something that you can't quite taste yet.
    What's going to happen after this?
    After the citronella burns out and the lights come back on?