These Walls Talk III: My Body Reacts
It is not just Elodie who has secrets.
Among the posters, books, and keepsakes, this is not my bedroom. This is not my home. I gather the tear-stained tissues and smooth the bedcover. It hides the chaos beneath, but not the turmoil of my thoughts. I carry that dull ache within as a feeling of emptiness, not contentment. An open window lets the bright sky pour in. A breeze carries away the musk of sex. I washed him from my body, too, and I should wash the sheet...