
Smoke lingers on her tongue, making a single bottom tooth, a mouth ravaged by decay. I feel worse for it, so I find the number 6 in the smoke already exhaled and turn it into a sacred sign. Six. ⠀
Smoke lingers on her tongue, making a single bottom tooth, a mouth ravaged by decay. I feel worse for it, so I find the number 6 in the smoke already exhaled and turn it into a sacred sign. Six. ⠀