this morning #691.

this morning, she locked the bedroom door. drew the shades. dimmed the lights. strategically strung up christmas lights around the room. left her clothes in the closet. let her lingerie do the talking. set up a tripod. turned on some obnoxious trap music. set the timer & stepped back. fixed her hands on her hips. CLICK. brought her backside to the front. CLICK. flashed a smile. pulled it back into a flat, vacant face. threw up a peace sign. CLICK. leaned into her cleavage. CLICK. she took six more shots from strange angles & when she was done, she’d assembled the saddest photoshoot ever, a messy mix of naïve sexiness & desperation done in service of saving a stalled teen romance.