ANIKA ELIZ BABY

The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.


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  • How That Night Went

    I have only a vague memory of this- the few sensations I could salvage from a piece of memory soaked in alcohol- it was my birthday after all. We sat on my bed, fresh sheets- a deep red with specks of gold, laid out clean and straight a few hours before. On my body is Continue reading

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