Two Eyes Cenote [m] zinc

A mere thought, and into her eyes snakes embers, watching. She’d been consumed by the notion of reclaiming control- in the breath before shame she wanted to ask Tavina how, her imagination expanding for a moment with a vision of pain like fire on the soft parts of herself-

and a swift repulsion.

She sits upright, confused for an entirely different reason- that a brilliant doctor like Tavina would demean herself.

“How can you say this?” Her voice distresses as she reaches to take Tavina’s hand into her own. Is it the intensity of grief that degrades?

She was in many ways wary of touch. But she would not find pleasure in taking alone.