🚬💋 𝔐𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔰

Me and the girls got all dressed up to sit on the pavement at the

corner of silence and revelation. People passed by and said

nothing, probably wondering why we were sat there in high

heels and children’s clothing. Foreheads gleaming in the

streetlight, we powdered our faces in tiny mirrors when

suddenly from the shadows appeared a man in rags. He asked

what we were doing and out his pocket pulled a button and

brass penny along with an incredibly smooth pebble. In a soft

and melancholic voice he began to carry the tune of a song

from his country. We told him we had no money and to leave

us the fuck alone. Told him we were waiting at the corner of

silence and revelation and wanted to do so in peace. The

makeup sat on our skin like drywall dust. For a second his eyes

were pools of sorrow then he fucked off. We were glad he was

gone and went back to doing our thing.

Lydia is a student and writer from London.