paralysed in the black out. single bed soaked with shower water and sweat. relentless humidity provokes insomnia and libidinous thoughts.
the taunting tempests, the distraction from diligence.
it must be the weather that makes me this way.
briney fingers simulate sorbet and papaya fantasies. the room is pungent as my aching. i am relentless in my fixations. silver strands of salt slick up my spine.
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