And she makes the flesh of her agonies into an agony of flesh. The ice she had slipped onto her tongue melts into her stomach, then into her blood and bloodlust as she pulls me onto her and into her, scratching and clawing at my skin and pushing me away as she grabs and grabs until she stops and the silence around and within her freezes and freezes time. And as I get up shivering and start to leave, she says, “Please don’t be gone. I feel so cold without you”.
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