🌹 w. @snyoonsu
she, woman in red.
like the kinds of red that’s provocative, coils tightly around her silhouette like the double-knot of a pretty bow, yet it wants nothing more than to suffocate her. and it’s dangerous, like the way she takes her long strides and it rides threateningly up the pale of her left thigh in retaliation. she doesn’t care to fight it anymore, simply wraps her lips around an unlit cigarette, satin lipstick staining its cylindrical filter a deep scarlet.
she, woman in red.
like the colour of womanhood, of blood trickling down her inner thigh but she doesn’t scream, simply bites her pink tongue through the pain even if it bleeds. she stands naked beneath the showerhead, lets the boiling water scald her as she watches it go down the drain. brushes her teeth to rid herself of the metallic taste and she spits, watches it go down the drain.
she, woman in red.
“elias,” as in red, bold and boldly unapologetic. the clock strikes the hour past the time they’re meant to meet, but she barely hears it. simply curls her palm around his bicep and pulls him closer, lets the “you’re here” fall like she means to say good. ada pinches her cigarette between thumb and index and pulls it momentarily from her lips, points it instead towards the no smoking sign nailed into the bar’s pillar. “get me out of here.”