Another Plateau

S.K. Nicholas

S. K. Nicholas


On a frozen lake you dance. There’s music. Something dark. A soundtrack to murder, or perhaps your first undressing beneath the watchful eyes of a man much like myself. When you move your hips with that vague smile of yours, there are so many urges that threaten to overpower me. Others have been in my position. They know what you taste like, and they know what you look like, and despite my best efforts to show myself as being different, I’m nothing but a dog rolling in the dirt at the sight of you. Beneath a tree with branches that shoot into the blackened sky, you hitch up your skirt and let the animals see what you’ve got. The first one- did he leave his mark, or is your memory of him without meaning? Did he kiss your lips and make your come, or was he only interested in seeing…

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