C. Prince
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Scent notes: the hair you just chopped off. Her mother's future disappointment. The cheap sex toy she cleaned with stale bottled water in a church parking lot after sunset. The metallic moan of the first time you bled on purpose. The saltwater she pressed into your thigh like a promise, spit out like a prayer to a different god. |
C. Prince is a marketing consultant and multidisciplinary artist based in New England.