Tag: by Laura McCullough
bones mellowing from red to yellow, / and wanting to crack / each other open, suck each other / dry.
Plastic JadeBy Laura McCullough
Melissa didn’t think anything about Boone at all, but she smiled at him. She ducked her eyes, looking away the way men like a girl to do. In the years she’d been in this brothel, she’d learned a lot about what men want.