The blood came in spurts and the protest continued. A length of rope tethered underneath clung to the body as it shifted in and out of focus. Princing on the prowl, devastating debutante, my heart hungered for the heat, the pace, the moisture.
I stepped up to the stage and slipped into security. The time was ripe, the moment, crisp. We heard the vibration beneath and subsumed its intransigence. Lighting up cigarettes, neurotic debts, for the best in the meantime.
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