Training Bubbles tickle my tongue, thrash my throat, numb my mind. A drop that used to excite now flows freely – expected. As much as I want, more than I desire. Gold cases to powder my nose, inside and out. My senses alert, feelings muted. The kit Dazzle, decorate, distract […]
She pecks at the past. The shedding of fluffy down for full, feathered finery. She revisits being visible. A boa, slinking, around her face, the length of her neck, past her collar bone to a teasing end. She flicks thinning, white wisps from her forehead. The pillow cool and full,
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