…thirst

She wanted a clean

slate so she let herself

get dirty. Sunlight hid her

pale face and dark

intensions, gave her

the momentum

she needed.

 

He watched her grin

and sip her beer bottle, eyes

hidden by mirrored glass. He wondered

if they were green, brown

or blue, maybe something

else. He hoped they were

blue, but then she

slipped away.

 

Later she sat on

stone tiles, her back

against a brick wall

in an alley, somewhere

dark. She ran

her index finger

along the moon’s

curve. She heard

footsteps, let her insides

churn and waited.

 

 

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