Moxie

[Doubt The Rabbit]

I'm going to leave this up for a while, then delete it and save it for a website I may or may not make (depending on my laziness). I enjoyed writing it, even if it's ****.

“Moxie”

I thought you didn’t smoke, he said. I don’t, I told him. I took another drag and crushed the steaming yellow stub into the surface of his worn old dresser.
Each puff secured me with the nerve of ten *******, but it still couldn’t ease my icy fingertips.
Attention whore, popularity ****, whatever I was didn’t matter to him as long as he got what he wanted. To think I’d been keeping it a secret from all the ***** and ******s out there, but there I was with—what was his name again?
Yeah. It was a night of firsts. In a stark room with no mirrors, every second I wondered how I must have looked, but baby, in the dull reflection of his murky stare, I knew I looked beautiful.
And as I was cradled like a child for the first time since I was born, he allowed me to believe it was important for him, too. ‘Course, I knew better even before I went to gather my things and leave him behind at the front door.
No, I don’t smoke.