Breath

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"What's in your deep end?" he asked with a light laugh and piering eyes.

I bat with my girl next door blues and deflect the question back... because my deep end is not a large, dark, pressure filled cavern with a bottom but a sub-dimentional scene of parallel-eyes-ed expression that must be properly textured.  It's a bound stillness pushing

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[anonymous]

This is kaitesquill. Wtf did I just read?!!!!! Twice! I’m trying to find words though I’m only two sips into my coffee. This is brilliant. It speaks to that sliver of myself that is sexually sinister and a bit to dark to verbalize.