January 31, 2017

“In the house, the man said: We must be very quiet, so quiet it might kill us, quiet like the dead outside, quiet as if we no longer have our tongues. The man put his hand over my mouth. The weight of it was heavy and my mouth grew hot. I breathed uncomfortably and the moistness accumulated between my lips and his palm. The balminess grew until each breath I tried drawing was wet and heavy. It was a smothering sort of breathing. The man placed his other hand over his first and so the weight increased…”

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