And...she's off!
And...she's off!

You wanna call goofball? She's by the phone like a stone, like a needle on a record beckoning ears, some siren on the rocks, teasing cocks.

You wanna call what zone? You wanna die on the other line? Highlight the wire? grab the pliers and squeeze to contain the squeal?

Convinced the that makes sense, and...she's off! running like a paper thing in a heightened storm, she's too much to touch, too such, too banged, too entered, too centered, too contained, too concerting, too hurt, too hurting, always dependant on the kindness of danger, always remanded in the darkness to strangers.


 

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