Author S. K. Nicholas

The arms of the clock were pulled off while she was taking a shower. I was bored and suffering from stomach cramps and when I feel like a cornered animal stuff ends up breaking. Drying herself before the vanity mirror, she checks for lumps then plucks her eyebrows making sure to place each one on the bedside table in a neat pile that will end up on the floor as soon as she uses her hairdryer. The warm air it blows sends shivers down my spine. It gives me goosebumps and makes my balls shrink causing me to look like a little boy. Curled into a quarter circle, I disappear among the blankets and pillows while she paints her toenails. Sometimes when we merge, I squeeze her toes like little piggies. She finds my actions a nuisance, but to see her giggle at my touch turns me on. When we open our mouths and scream- when we fall limp as dark energy rushes through our puny bodies- we can’t deny what we feel inside. We’re pretty much useless truth be told, but when she lies on her back and lets me in, the pain subsides enough for us to forget. These days we cling to, they’re like Sunday. There’s no time. No direction. We fuck and make plans but never seem to go anywhere. We watch horror movies and drink warm beer even though it’s still morning. We take baths together thinking only of the end because as much as we pretend, we know that death is waiting. It’s touched us once, and it will touch us again. So to make things better we order fried chicken and have a smoke. Her lips are tender. They seem so kissable, so I suck them until they bleed onto mine.

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