"Quiet...Quiet...start simple" she said holding my hand in hers.
It wouldn't move.
My fingers frozen by her words
they just laid there limp
not even trembling.
"Just a little more keep the lights on this time"
She dumped it on to her lap.
The hand
heavy and dead
It slid deeper than I wanted to go
would have gone
hoped to go.
But weighted
it sank into her and she let out this sound.
a sound that made me ache
buttermilk smooth and warm, wet and delicious.
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