Mary’s brother, Ethan, is intrigue through a secret splinter. I gawk at him sketching his hands while his ears pour wire. He would taste me. But I’m in love with the raw pink under his blistered fingers, the tap dancing callouses chipping away at their dusty recycled plane. I only want to be the genius … Continue reading Dark Chocolate
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