I was unaware of her darker dimensions she’d been caught in the gaslight but she wasn’t crazy she was just weary she made it easy for me to cross her killing floor and told me with some certainty that we had met before we coupled in a frenzy but in completely different zones
in the languorous haze of the afternoon sun I stared at her breasts heaving as she drew each labouring breath beneath me and I drove home my seed there amidst the tall grass and I hated her then I loathed her as I wanted her the flies surrounded her corpulent flesh I saw her dead in her rictus gaping and the fecund detritus of her lust and I knew it was over before it had ever begun
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