She smeared dark lipstick on her thick lips. No mistakes. No regrets. She took that motto and chewed it up. Swallowed it bones and all. Let its sinew sit between her teeth. Let it sit feeling it in her gums. Then spit it out in her every action and inaction.
She could be violently truthful as a result. She had a biting wit. She wore spangly earrings and changed her hair color often. Just as often she let roots grow out without a care until she felt like doing something different. She was inconsistent with bills. Even less so with phone messages. She wore what was on top if she didn't feel like thinking about it. But had her favorite skull and cross bones underwear and mismatched socks. Those she would search through a dirty laundry hamper for if she was in need of a good day.
As a lover she was desireable. Selfish and sensual. She'd break your sweat and if you didn't time things right, you might be left wanting. She chose lovers the way she chose her clothes; functionally. Easily.
For all that, she attracted girlfriends. She'd listen and answer their calls at any hour. She'd drop what she was doing for a friend in need. On more than one occasion she'd been known to take a baseball bat to a guy that had mistreated a friend. She was given to action. She didn't mince words. If a girlfriend bitched and moaned about a man who was no good for her, she wouldn't announce it right away, but her opinion was known in time. And it was tough for an honest friend not to see the truth in her.
The relationships were all rays though. They went in one direction. She didn't feel. The girlfriends could come and go. The fucks the same. She was who she was. Did what she did. She did things on principal alone.
No regrets. She had enough. She stuck the gun in her mouth. No mistakes.