Inhabitants

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For someone so slight, she sure packs a punch. Lifting me off my feet, I’m momentarily suspended in space like a piece of string dangling at the mercy of the wind. With the neon streets flowing below and the swirling, starry sky shimmering above, I think of myself with wings and imagine what it would be like to spread them the same way she spreads herself whenever I want a glimpse of what she’s hiding. Looking up, I see the light coming from between her legs, reaching for me as if it has read the desire lines of my dirty mind. Now the sun has almost gone, the light is as bright as any I’ve ever seen. Like a lighthouse, it washes over the town and all of its inhabitants leaving no stone or thought unturned. Throwing my free arm up with all my strength, I cling onto the branch she’s perched upon as the ground grows more distant by the second, and although I’ve never been afraid of heights, when I take a peek at those beneath me, my stomach turns as if I’ve downed a shot of rum. Squeezing tight my eyes, I still see her light; can feel it washing over my skin like warm water in a bath of a billion tiny bubbles popping out of existence. They pop like empty promises uttered from the mouths of those whose names are not worth remembering. I couldn’t remember them even if I tried. Meeko is all the women I have ever known, and all those I have not. She’s like that, you see.

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