I want some more of these. I can’t stop imagining what it feels like to taste it smooth surface against my lips.
The color, oh the color, what a rapture.
It was dark at night; aimlessly I walked around the not-so crowded night market. I came across a rejected red lipstick, stood alone in dust and dirt. Out of curiosity, I pull the cover off and turn the lipstick around.
There it was, brilliantly red, glossy and alluring. I was ready to spend every Ringgit that I have to own that baby. Karl dragged me away from it. I couldn’t imagine the shattering devastation when I can only forlornly looked at it.