saskia

she cuts her hair with a burning cigarette and says I want to drink your scents in perfect darkness with nothing but the smell of your neck on my hands. I can do anything, she says, even in a state of confusion and self imposed detachment, I will have you forever. my head’s not there, but who needs thoughts anymore. outside, the sky wears an apocalyptic glow.

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