We stand a professional distance apart, as if I canโt feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint soundโthat of glass breakingโuntil they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
Ann AguirreBefore he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.
Ann AguirreBut it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
Ann Aguirre