one word: plague. photo courtesy of steffen tuck, flickr
bitten by a mosquito i thought nothing of it other than to scratch it and curse. and then everything changed. spotted and green it was a new look to an old feeling. grasping at another groan, i began replacing the pretty pink lipstick i kept on just for distraction. a subtle reminder… keeping away the foreign kiss of the others.
Piece of Pie ala Mode 