You came down here, as if you would follow me for the rest of my life like a ghost, a banshee. Wailing, like a lost child, waiting for me to hear you. You know what happens when a banshee’s scream is heard, don’t you? Someone dies. That’s right. Someone dies. And I would be willing [...]
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The sweat of your mouth runs sweet in the memory of my mind. I don’t mind. Is it odd I can remember how you taste? Or why you smell? Does this make it easier for me? I don’t mind, but I wonder. When did I start asking so many questions? The blood rushes to me, [...]
