By Rebecca Lee
The room is an office with four walls and a window. A sign says ‘living room’ written in pink sharpie across the door. This is where the groups meet. No men allowed.
“I eat because I need love.” A woman smiles and her teeth are perfect. She’s brushed them a thousand times just to get the scent of honey off her breath. Its sweetness, its flavor, its richness is too little. She needs more than just a taste. She needs more than just a sliver.