That'swhathappenswhenyou'reonyourown

I didn't know it would come to this but, that's what happens when you're on your own.
And you're all right at letting nice things go.

Well I pawned the earrings that you gave me.
Golden metal flowers, dangling. And I almost cried and I sold them off.

And I don't mind livin' on bread and oranges, no no.
But I gotta get to and from where I come. It's gonna take money to go.

Oh no, ohh.

LitBitch, part five

These are the days after. Everything is now measured by after.

Don Delillo, Falling Man

LitBitch, part four

He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with the rain beating against the windows.

Don Delillo, Mao II