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She spoke at me, "I see you in hindsight."

Her rounded shoulder rotated into the definite line of her pointed chin as she tossed the words behind her. The two parts connected and nestled together. I could feel the perspiration that gathered against her skin against the tip of my tongue as I rubbed the backs of my teeth.

The soft padding of her feet fell against the floor like the disappearing villain at the end of a dark tunnel. My hands rubbed the splintered wall as my breathing slowed. I imagined the dark cavern of her body surrounding me, the heat of her burning right through me. She was the night; dangerous, soft, cool.

We moved between worlds, melting and molding within dreams. The electric shocks of her touch on my pale skin, I swear left red welts.

The kitchen knives created a glittering lake across the kitchen floor. The portrait, a now empty carcass in the hallway. My pocket knife jammed into the now gouged eyes sockets of her face.