Cover Photo: Mine. Yours. by Shannon Barber
 

Mine. Yours.

You are mine.

In the salt hot depths of your gut.

I followed you forever. Waiting, wanting, planning, I knew you wanted me. I knew that my sweet sharps could release your secrets.

You know it’s coming. I can tell by the twist in your mouth and the line of your jaw. You feel it too, this connection between us. Can you see it? Can you see the silver light that runs starlike from my knife hand to your chest.

I am yours.

In the salt hot depths of my gut.

I know it’s coming. My mouth is wet and ready. I grasp the feel of the connection between us and watch it slip away like photographs of dying stars.

You are mine.

I am yours.

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