Filthy, stale, salty, watery breath. xxx Perhaps she’d been watching the TV, or listening to the radio. Her, in her big empty house. In the forest. Something to distract her from the empty silence of the house that was now just hers. Is she how I imagined her? I tell her my name. I tell her my name. She cannot stop herself from staring. Him without me. She will never stop thinking of me. She cannot stop herself from staring. At the whiteness of the bone beneath. But there is nothing. Sweeter. Staring at me as I arch my body over her. Is she how I imagined her? Him without me. My hands, my tortured hands: their broken bones and gouged nail holes that weep slowly to my finger-tips.
Actors:
Ivana Montana / Jay Montana
