“This is what you want, isn’t it?” she said, tugging my hand down the front of her skirt and pressing it home into the hollow of her crotch. The material was thin; there was nothing beneath her linen skirt. The sound of drunken conversation leaked out into the humid air. The shadows lay heavy...
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I waited for you by the river of time but you didn’t come. Is it impolite to fuck someone because I’m sad and tired of being sad? I don’t know. Perhaps it is. But the rain has started and it’s a long way back to my hotel. His is closer and more expensive. He’s...
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These lips kissed the feet of Christ. Gave life to the verses of dead poets. Fed blind and unweaned kittens. Whispered secrets into deaf ears. Begged forgiveness of an absent god. Drew smoke from the last cigarette after midnight. Wore your favourite shade of red. Kiss them.
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Great tusks curl triumphant beneath the ice. Lying on her side where fate took her and the cold holds her now. Cruelly frozen in the act of being an anachronism, an evolutionary joke. All her drives and instincts, every foolish desire fixed in the permafrost. The pitiless antisepsis of time allows neither rot nor...
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