Nov 9, 2017
from unica zurn's dark spring
She opens the roll and reads the letter: “I know what I could wake you up with.”
She turns the sheet of paper over and writes, “With what?” She knows what he is going to write. All girls are waiting for this. Not she. If he were to kiss her, the game would be over. She prefers to live in a state of constant anticipation. A kiss would mean the end of everything. What could possibly follow? The second kiss already turns it into a habit. She gets up and runs away, sobbing. Is love so short-lived? Is there nothing but kisses? Embraces? And that which her brother did to her? Is that really all there is?
