The Voicemail
Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.
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Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
“Why are you late?”
‘Tonight will be perfect’, she thought, snipping an errant shoot and placing the bonsai tree on the table’s centre. I will be perfect.
Lucy trembled…
“Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.”
She’s a smoke show.