Ma Douce Souffrance

Photo by Bruno Abatti on Unsplash

I’ve dropped my cigarette-after-sex-butt half by mistake to the Seine river.
How could one possibly eat a croissant with one hand, and with the other swipe last matches for a second round on Tinder.
Wounded heart was looking for comfort and found empty calories that turned to no fire and other shy body parts that were transplanted in the wrong avanue.