Lion Head Mesa a[m]phorae

she laid with jealousy. bitter and winding like a viper. all of the kisses and showering of affections in the world could not wash it from her in those long moments.

something ugly had burrowed into her chest.

she meant to send them away now that it was done, a burning hot stare upon them as she laid half draped over pharaoh. if they could not bother to look at her enough to catch it words would soon follow.