My Mouth is Watering

The kind of pain you never knew that could exist. An entrance into the enchanted masochistic kingdom. A tearing within your diaphragm. The gleaming and blinding light of a surprise. Killing the pain as though you are trying to kill yourself. Give it a finesse. Put your back into it. Don’t ever quit. It is hard for me to focus. I have been waiting for your call. My mouth is watering. I can taste the night air. It tingles my tongue. What time are we meeting? 2 a.m. 2 kids. 2 deaths?

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