Porno Kisses

S. K. Nicholas

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The window opens and I call out your name. Perhaps it will reach you. Perhaps it won’t. Pouring another glass of wine, I step into the garden and smile as droplets of rain fall slowly then quickly before splashing onto my face. A shielded cigarette summons a swirling head, and a swirling head opens many doors, and the visions are soon in full flow. Ain’t it strange to contemplate these footsteps. Ain’t it a funny ol’ thing to ponder the meaning of love and loss at 3am while drunk and on the brink of personal revelation. In another life, in some other town or city, I would fall apart and cry, but here, right now, I can’t help but laugh. There’s a shitload of regret in my heart, and even though I try to deny it, it weighs me down so much, but still there’s this laughter. It rings out…

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Author: Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor and writer for Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, and Blood Into Ink. Founder of One for Sorrow. Founding member of Indie Blu(e).

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