Heat Sink explores the themes of anger and bitterness through an erotic lens.
The muscle at the hinge of his jaw twitches beneath his skin. Only this subtle sign betrays his thoughts as the dinner party’s fatuous host holds forth with unforgivable ignorance on the subject of poverty. From across the over-lit dinner table, I try to catch his eye. To give him the sanctuary of my mind. To say, don’t listen, love. Please don’t listen. But I can see it’s too late. He’s too far gone…
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RG,
wonderful, one of your best ever short pieces. Thank you!
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Oh RG. My darling lady you’ve broken me for the day with this one and I love it. You are fucking delicious.