Spicy Hot
I lower my eyes, looking at the murky water surrounding me, then I raise my gaze to his.
— It's an abyss.
My voice is hoarse, worn.
— An abyss where I fall endlessly. For a moment, I drown in shame, in terror. I hate myself. I hate you.
I pause, searching for my words deep within myself.
— And the next moment… the next moment, it’s as if all the noise of the world stops. As if I am nothing but a sensation. A pulse. Pain, pleasure, fear… all blend and become… pure. I no longer think. I no longer have to decide. I am nothing but a body that feels. And in this abyss… there is a form of peace. A horrible and magnificent peace.