Victim Narrative
Willow Gray
all of my friends want to fuck all of my other friends,
and no one wants to fuck me.
that’s a boldfaced lie.
but isn’t playing the victim so much more fun when you are hot, and can get away with it?
the best part of sex is the cigarette you have on the fire escape after he finishes
and drinking his mezcal and
the cup of water that he’ll begrudgingly refill
oh britta filter, you sonofabitch
or as my mom would say: you S.O.B.
she always used to joke that she knew i was at a guy’s house the night before
because i’d come back with a new t-shirt and a hickey
the owner of this bar slapped me awake the other night
who cares, i don’t.
that’s another lie, two in the past minute.
he said i can’t drown my orphan sorrows in alcohol
i said just watch me babe
i really need to pee, i have a fear of UTI’S
ever since the one to seven i had as a kid
i like when men paint their nails
i once painted my exes nails purple
he used to kiss me on the forehead when he was happy
and slap me across the face when he was mad
his face is mirrored everywhere now
and i loved him hard
and he said he didn’t love me anymore
so i loved him harder
willow is a new york based writer, stylist and downtown ingenue. she’s everywhere and nowhere all at once. don’t try to understand her. she is above understanding.