Beyond the smudged window, chained to my thoughts, I couldn’t see what I wanted. Drooling for a compliment, I pretend she gave me one. Her blood-curdling screams left cracks in the mirror, arranging a mosaic image of us from when we used to hug and fuck. It’s been ten days since I took a shower; I used up all the cold water, rinsing the desire to crawl into bed beside her. Still, here I am. And there she was, home again, wearing nothing, pulling me close — hook-line-and-sinker—with a sultry grin. She said she hoped I was hungry.

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