Cold winter

alina noir (224)

My bones are filled with cold white foam, as in winter my flat is so cold. Maybe it’s because the street I live on is rainier than all the other streets in this city. Today I met a beautiful woman with a long scar descending from the base of her neck down to her chest, she told me half jokingly that it’s her most valuable sexual asset “It drives them crazy that a pretty girl like me has suffered and that they had not been included”, and so I understood why she never hides it under silk scarves and lace collars.