- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
A relationship is hard enough in this digital age – fake news, air brushed photographs, a deluge of alert pings demanding instant answers.
You hung out in my pocket like a dirty handkerchief, folded to hide a morbid suit, funereal black. I guessed from the start you were a fraud, whining for sympathy
as if your mother just died – disguising your face to prevent me seeing the real you but you were wrong to believe me a fool in this duo without the guts to lift that mask.