Confessions of a 30 Year Old
A story Untold about the body fat and old covered in scars that can be seen from afar. Unlike the rest She stays away from the bars where no one can deny or lie that she rather die in a bath soaking with the sent of citrus orange while drinking a glass of cheap red wine. Dreaming of things never to come she sighs and wonders why she was not blessed with beauty. Yet the warmth of the wine starts to kick in, soft and sensual she feels like woman once ripe but as time passed now is rotten, soft and bruised. Success so close yet so far she reflects after reading a romance novel and come to realise... that she never should have waited for her soulmate to come, love is fickle and a waste of time. Old and bitter yet still so young... she is now broken. As time continues to pass she finely gives up the right to ask for something better and awaits her death.
Copyright © Jules Cardinal | Year Posted 2018
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