The wet fabric sticks to our skin and eliminates the benefit it brings at hiding our nudity. When wet, it acts like a nothingness that only changes our color.
Ashley hangs her head and turns away from me, but I can't understand why. She's so open with her body during the day, but now that we're standing in the rain late at night yelling at each other, her power is gone and the thin shirt that splits to her bosom is no longer sufficient armor against my eyes.
As we stand in the downpour and break up, I systematically crush her self worth as we stand, essentially naked, and kill each other in our minds.
[I dislike this post but I wrote it and I'm done]
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I like the way you treat clothes as armor.
ReplyDeleteAren't they, though?
ReplyDeleteOnly sometimes. :-)
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