Revenge Porn

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
June 21, 2017
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—someone had emptied a bottle of red wine at the exit of the bus station, the stain like the line of hairs between my navel and cunt. The station smelled dense—your mouth at the end of a night of partying, Sweetheart, when you wanted to have sex and I turned to you, eyes wide and desperate, said, “Kiss me first,” but we couldn’t because alcohol had dried our mouths. “Told you so,” you told me.

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