A light


Her veins course formaldehyde, green against paper skin. I flick my lighter; try blind the apparition. Blind – before it skitters across my mind, leaving me gasping, choking, sicking, scrabbling frantic to flush its insect leavings from my memory. She unfurls her legs – crosses one over another, another again and leans in. Burnt. Burnt burning bitter breath.

Can I get a light?

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