No. 9 · Tracks
Chloe
Oh she’s the girl you want, sex and death falling like orchids from her eyes. Always the want for it, pale limbs sprawled across the ivory…
No. 9 · TracksLeandra
Sweating fever and Chantilly, I'm all haunted breath, livid with the sweet agitation of corsets. The way night spreads its skirt of blackness. Kiss me and…
No. 9 · TracksAfternoon Service
We bury her in the dark, noisy sanctum near the air conditioner. The earth so hard and dry it barely crumbles beneath your plastic shovel. Lumps…