I am an obsession, a twisted fulcrum. A distracted smile, and you tilt thusly. A gaze too deep tips you back. I etch my name across your back. It lingers when I leave.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt:
This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:
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