Combustion

A fever dream of sublime sex and death.

Daffniblog

He pulls me close and with the click of a button something explodes as his lips touch mine. We run wild through the streets and our memories show up right before they collide into us. The excitement is too much to bear, so I pull him behind an abandoned car and lift my skirt. With him behind, I peek through the window and watch the hanging of Alse. As her feet twitch the people surrounding her nod and finger hushed mouths. Then he bites me and I see worm holes and the life cycle of a rose. When it reaches it’s full bloom I meet my great grandmother and as it turns brown she floats away mouthing words I don’t understand. As it returns to the earth I feel his fingers grasp me tighter for the great release. The sky isn’t heavenly and when I look down at our feet…

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