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A Blue Paper Wristband, Tightened Twice
Maya didn't flinch when he cinched the paper band, the adhesive sticking to the fine, pale hairs of her wrist.
Harrison's Secateurs
He gripped the back of her neck, his thumb tracing the frantic beat of her pulse against the vineyard’s humid twilight.
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"I'm Counting Every Minute You’re Not Under My Thumb"
The saxophone wailed like a widow while I watched her pulse jump against the high collar of that black silk shirt.
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"You’re Smirking Into Your Gin Again"
I looked at the phone in my clutch, the screen a tiny white sun against the charcoal walls of the gallery.
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"You’ve Been Holding Your Breath Since the Lobby"
The humidity in St. Barts was a physical weight, much like the expectation that I would remain composed while Kieran dismantled my autonomy.
Fasten the Silk
The leather of my raptor mask smelled of tanning oils and the salt of my own breath, trapped against my lips.
June 28th, 1:12 AM
My billable hour is four hundred and fifty dollars, yet I’m standing in a basement in Pienza letting a man tell me I’m incompetent.
I Thought You Only Liked Making Rules
The leather across my thighs felt like a closing argument I wasn’t prepared to refute, sharp and final.
Reid's Flask
I had spent my career teaching people how to hold themselves together, but in that sterile hotel suite, I only wanted to be dismantled.
Your Knees Hit the Terra Cotta Every Time
You leaned over the workstation, your forearms dusted with 00 flour, and I realized then that you enjoyed being corrected.
Fixed Blur
He adjusted the key light, the barn doors casting a trapezoid of shadow across her ribs that looked like a bruised wing.
Grain
The sound of the shutter is a tiny guillotine, and every time it drops, I lose another piece of my professional composure.