And everything resets.
One climax to stop the shaking,
to feel like I’m not dying anymore,
to take back control.
I check the time.
It's almost 6:00 p.m.
Raymond will leave Soundwave in an hour.
Which gives me half an hour with Ben.
A date with Little Death.
I grab my phone again.
Meet me in Room 613 in 10
Ben (Boy #1)
Aight Baby
Room 613 feels like freefalling backward
through choppy black waters.
Sounds like screaming underwater
while the bass counts down to the numb.
Smells like a Axe body spray and evergreen.
It’s what I want this room to smell like,
so I wouldn’t ever mistake this place
for warm or home.
Ben’s already here,
waiting with a sardonic smile,
sitting at the edge of the bed
like an anchor rusted into the ocean floor?—
at ease, comfortable, never leaving.
“Don’t fuckin’ start,” I snap,
crossing the room,
my robe swinging open
with nothing underneath.
