BY ALLISON LEOW ’15
i have the sinking suspicion
that hell is no fiery inferno,
but every lie you’ve told your mother.
hell is the nausea of peeled beer bottle labels and
every time you wore sweatpants but answered “lace.”
hell is sexting
BY ALLISON LEOW ’15
i have the sinking suspicion
that hell is no fiery inferno,
but every lie you’ve told your mother.
hell is the nausea of peeled beer bottle labels and
every time you wore sweatpants but answered “lace.”
