Loss

Maybe Marina isn’t so brutal and sadistic after all…. Maybe I am the brutal, sadistic one.

A thirteen-year-old boy, a Hungarian village girl, and everything I’ve ever failed to do with women, written in dust.

I’m in pain, with little hope of relief. Ever. And it seems to be producing some intense emotions in me.

She never once tripped the wire of my fragile desire, and now she’s gone.