BRINKS
and watch the flame eat the dark.
Click. Click. Motherfucking click.
Each spark is a plea that she won’t crawl into my bed tonight.
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I stood in the doorway of the marble bathroom, lights strobing like a seizure— flickering, water dripping slow and deliberate. I slid a pair of Scissors out from my jacket like they were born there.
“Good evening,” I whispered, tasting her name before I even knew it.
The closer I got, the more she wore Elle’s ghost like a second skin, side profile carved straight from my nightmares, the only angle I still jerk off to.
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