Scenes From The Moth House
A story.
Friday
He could hear seagulls in the distance.
"Where are you? Are you with him?"
The silence said it all.
Like a stone in his gullet.
And he hated himself for asking.
She cannot think about it,
his face when he came upon them together.
The brutal anguish like a keen blade under her skin.
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