kbell349
At rest, eyes following the ticker. Tense on the screen. My hands sweep the surface, leaving the imprint of what we want to lay bare. Left waiting. Your words come like home, calling me back.
goodnight.
She couldn’t hold it down any longer. The sway was sickening, the lipid swing of the clockwise spoon beneath her fingertips, the froth that threatened to foam back to her lips and out again, promising relief.
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