Confessions of a Cam Girl
Waking up feels more like falling asleep.
I’ve no place my own to be.
Stars light Christian through a basement window.
He wants me here.
The longer I stay the more afraid I am,
to lose what’s wild and magical.
I’m stray ether way.
In 9 days I’m Stockholmed.
Stocked cupboards,
Still I keep rations in my pack.
Survival habit.
CHRISTIAN: ‘Why is it so hard to admit you love me?’
I’m considering giving up for him.
Scared someones making this decision for me.
I woke next to Christian this morning.
Kira picked us up a quarter early.
Her and her BF Ken, they’re both so sexy.
The four of us bathe in the sun and sea.
We dove off cliffs and swam to a sail boat.
Along the country back roads,
Ken sped with the windows down.
The sea salt drying in our hair.
I baked pizza and we slept off the sun
before catching it set,
and sharing a frosty chocolate milk shake.
It’s a perfect end to a special day.
So what compels me over to Ryan’s at
11pm? The weed, the love?
It’s obvious when I’m here. I feel like a woman,
over and over and over.