Behind her hooded eyes her pupils widen. Black porn To part her hair with my fingers. I tell her my name. The disgusting breath of rotting fish and seaweed washed onto a stony shore. She should always know. Every moment of it. Her mouth open, her breathing faster. At the slow trickle of yellow and red-flecked drool. I can barely hear. Him without me. I want to touch her. To see me. I tell her how we kissed and made love and how I lay between His legs in the foaming water and how he took me to the mountain and how He killed me. But there is nothing. At the maggots as they crawl in and out. Suddenly. Her, all alone now. I shouldn’t be a series of texts on a phone so easily thrown across the room at Him. I want to touch her. I can imagine her eyes. She tries to speak. Alone now, in that huge bed. The electric gates, the double-garage, the stone cladding masking an unremarkable, yet essentially overgrown and ugly pretentiousness.
