Nine Inch Nails

The smoke from my cigarette intertwines with the summer evening’s torpid air, heavy with jasmine and an unnameable longing. The crickets sing their jittery song, punctuated by the creak of the porch swing. Do you remember that night in Havana? I ask her.

Of course, she says.

And do you remember what you said to me? I ask.

Of course, she says, the barest hint of pink colouring her cheeks.

And do you remember what my lips tasted like? I say, leaning closer.

Like a memory of the world’s last sunset, she says.

And do you remember the song the band was playing? I whisper, my mouth not quite touching hers.

Of course, she says.

And did I or did I not fuck you like an animal?

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