“지체 장애가 있는 8살짜리가 ‘내가 만든 걸 봐’라고 말하는 것만큼이나 말이 돼.”
마리안의 몸이 굳었다. “씨발.”
“약물 써?”
마리안이 무표정하게 고개를 끄덕였다. “난 하수구야.”
Conceit
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Role Play?
“No. I promise no. I’m not lying. You know that because my lips are moving. Good girl here.” She raised her hand, freeing a belt to clank on the tile floor. “Fuck me with that nub of yours.”
Conceit
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The Complex
The panel slid outward, not to the side. Outward as a drawer. Indeed, it seemed to be a drawer for four rabbits wearing small metal bead collars with tags. I grabbed one. “Fizzy.” Then “Fuzzy.” Then “Big.” I stood and kicked the rabbit drawer. The little person on the ground pointed and snarled. “Fizzy, Fuzzy, Big, and Buzzy didn’t do one fucking thing to you. Not one of them.”
Conceit
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Teaser
“Do you remember what you told Beth?” she asked. “Do you remember that you wanted a whirlwind romance, the be married and madly in love? Do you remember that love like yours should never fade, that murder-suicide is the only acceptable end to love like that?” Guang leveled the gun at me. “I won’t share you, Bobby.” Beth’s glance said I knew this would happen one day.
Conceit
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Cosmetic Psychopharmacology
“You’re explaining how you feel and what you want. English isn’t meant to do that. It’s meant to divide and conquer, not bring us together. If anything reeks of white male, it’s the English idiom.”
“Rose is a linguistics major.”
I nodded. “Thanks for the explanation, Butch.”
“You are so teasing me right now. You know that, right?”
Conceit, Truth. Trust. It is the same.
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The Real Lea
She was already upon me, hands holding my face, her tongue deep in my mouth. “It’s fucking true,” she hissed. Glaring down at me with wild eyes and nodding, she pulled my head to her breast and filled me with pain as I began to nurse, everything a too-fast oblivion of need. I could feel her pain, draw it from her. It coursed and prickled through my veins, not shared but shamelessly offered and, with it, her. Enlightenment describes nothing, not one thing in this world. To call anything enlightenment is to profane the word. Anything but this. I felt no shackles of a conjoined spirit, but we understood each other and, with that, clarity — numb to the pain of understanding. “This is right.” The cold breeze of her pleasure. “Peace is so fleeting.” She smiled, lolling her head at my rictus of fear. “You can have me, Bobby. I’ll course through your blood until you scream for escape from what we’ve become, though your only happiness will be found in accepting it, in submitting.” Guang leaned in close and with more sing-song to her voice than usual, said softly, “This is forever.”