February 22, 2018


i examine the red stain on the sheets once more – shaped like a grapefruit, or like a

woman swallowed by the depths of a voice so ungodly i have no doubt it must’ve been

the wine. all of the evidence is here: its smell takes me back to the night i could almost

make s...

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