Two images blur together to create one memory.
She had black markings across her back. I could see the discoloration of her skin through the white of her tank top. The tattoo on her back reached above the U of her shirt and contrasted against the peach of her skin.
It reminded me of cleaning the house last night. How I found a dead fly pressed flat against the underside of my mattress.
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