I look across and you are asleep already. You look so angelic my eyes flood and I blink away the tears that tumble from my eyelashes. The moonlight illuminates your skin, hiding the dark circles around your eyes and your chewed lips. In this light you aren’t slumped anymore, but elegant and wise, your jawline casting deep shadow over the nape of a pale, spotted neck. I feel like an astronaut, peering out of the capsule window over a foreign landscape, looking for a safe place to touch down.
Carefully, I pull the needle from your arm. In front of me is a chain link fence and, picking a hexagon, I aim the syringe perfectly through… it lands with a faint puff of dust on the other side. It can’t hurt you now… hurt us now. I stretch out my boots and click my knees. My jeans are caked in…
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