come to me

it wasn't supposed to be anything romantic. nothing committed. neither of us wanted to deal with the red strings and due dates, the expectations, or lack thereof.. but i wanted her to hate me like we were committed. like i cut the red strings. like i was always coming home late to her. i wanted to make her so angry that she could scream, she was so mad. just so i could turn those cold, red screams into hot, hesitating ones. " come to me. " // digital illustration. csp. 04112022.