Tuesday, 24 November 2009


He folds his fingers into the cracks in her face. She digs her nails into his sagging shoulders. There is a stillness of momentary concern, of feeling the pain wash in, and breathe out. It lasts for that moment.

"A piece of you for a piece of me?"
"Darling, I'm going to take all of you. and nothing will stop me."

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