Trix

The last time I ignored the red flags, I almost died.

Waking up in a body bag tends to put things into perspective.

My scars are a reminder to stay in my lane.

I don’t take risks. I don’t take candy from strangers. I don’t leave my doors unlocked,

And I never, ever play with monsters.

Until Kenzo,

My next red flag.

With his sinful looks and wicked mouth,

He’s a silver-tongued devil in disguise

And my one-way ticket to hell.

Kenzo

Women are just a means to an end,

A release after a day spent seeped in chaos and violence.

They’re all the same: blonde, curvy, interchangeable Barbie dolls.

I get in, get off, and get out.

That’s my motto for an easy life.

Until Trix.

My new complication.

With her scarred body and haunted eyes,

She quickly becomes my obsession,

And broken dolls are much more fun to play with.