Cursed Lingerie

Here in my bedroom, door locked, I open my Private Locker. The digital vault where I bury the filthiest secrets. Tonight, adrenaline spikes. I spill it all. That gray afternoon after fighting my ex, three wines deep, emptiness gnawing. I wandered into ‘The Fissure.’ Black lace hung like temptations. Air thick with vanilla, leather, unwashed…