Trail of kisses

red tree fungi

Leaving a trail of kisses from my strawberry stained lips, like bread crumbs through an enchanted forest, I scatter broken and bruised hearts in my wake.

My sharp words are like brambles plucking at their sleeve. Not eager enough to hold tight, but honed to a razor’s edge, ripping and tearing at delicate egos. Scars run deep, even when flesh wounds heal.

A parasite living off my malleable host, our symbiotic relationship lasts only as long as our mutual lust. Winds change, axes shift with the seasons, a hardier host comes into my kill zone, and I disengage. Without warning, without explanation, without regret or sympathy, I slough off these liaisons like so much dead weight.

Now a chameleon, taking on the hues of my surroundings, blending in effortlessly. A camouflage created from the latest styles and fashion. I am a stage actress, playing an ingénue to your Lothario, in a tragedy where the hero dies of a broken heart.

Stepping aside, careful to not soil my shoes, I leave the bloody carnage behind. Slowing only long enough to reapply my strawberry lipstick.

This week’s Studio30 Plus prompt is inspired by theinnerzone, “Strawberry stained lips”

10 thoughts on “Trail of kisses

  1. Love this part- “My sharp words are like brambles plucking at their sleeve. Not eager enough to hold tight, but honed to a razor’s edge, ripping and tearing at delicate egos. Scars run deep, even when flesh wounds heal.”

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