Kelly Douglas

Lives for red lipstick, high heels, 80’s pop, cats, and Oxford commas.

You Say You’ll Love Me Through It

I walk through the streets and my body feels like a New York winter and I’m limping like an injured deer and my legs are frozen and my nose is frozen and my entire being is frozen and everything is numb, numb, numb and I stumble around like a drunken sailor and you say you’ll love me through it.