here first. until we are there.

here

with the drums punctuating each key clack, she tries to understand what it is that she’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.

you don’t know enough about me… i don’t know enough about me

discovering how monstrosity is just within the flick of a switch or at the tip of a cigarette.

but wanting and needing are two different things

she surveys the faces at the table and begins to dance.

there is nothing else to be done. emptiness changes in a moving body

the music loops.

and she dances still.

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