Deathconsciousness

Sonja Thompsen - Crude 7 (2007)

You smell like oil, she said softly, and I've been searching for you all my life. When I close my eyes, you are deep, black, sticky oil that covers my hands and face and esophagus. When you speak, my fingers slick back my bangs like a bird with coated black feathers.

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